Blest is the Faith, divine and strong,
Of thanks and praise and endless fountain,
Whose life is one perpetual song,
High up the Saviour’s holy mountain.
Blest is the hope that holds to God,
In doubt and darkness still unshaken;
And sings along the heav’nly road
Sweetest when most it seems forsaken.
Blest is the love that cannot love
Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;
Whose raptures thrill, like saints above,
Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.
L. J. Kavanagh and James M. McLaughlin, Crown Hymnal (Boston: Ginn and Company, 1912).