Give us the wings of faith to rise

within the veil, and see

the saints above, how great their joys,

how bright their glories be.

I ask them whence their victory came:

they, with united breath,

ascribe the conquest to the Lamb,

their triumph to his death.

They marked the footsteps that he trod,

his zeal inspired their breast,

and, following their incarnate God,

they reached the promised rest.

Our glorious Leader claims our praise

for his own pattern given;

while the great cloud of witnesses

show the same path to heaven.