We walk by faith, and not by sight:
No gracious words we hear
Of him who spoke
as none e'er spoke,
But we believe him near.
We may not touch
his hands and side,
Nor follow where he trod;
Yet in his promise we rejoice,
And cry, "My Lord and God!"
Help then, O Lord, our unbelief,
And may our faith abound;
To call on you when you are near,
And seek where you are found:
That when our life of faith is done
In realms of clearer light.
We may behold you as you are
In full and endless sight.
We walk by faith, and not by sight:
No gracious words we hear
Of him who spoke
as none e'er spoke,
But we believe him near.