1 We walk by faith, and not by sight;
No gracious words draw near,
O Christ , Who spoke as none e’er spoke;
"My preace be with you here."

2 We may not touch Your hands and side,
Nor follow where You trod;
But in your promise we rejoice,
And cry, “My Lord and God!”

3 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.

4 That, when our life of faith is done,
In realms of clearer light
We may behold You as You are,
With full and endless sight.