Lord, increase our faith.@Luke 17:5
Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707–09, Book II, number 140.

Dr. Doddridge wrote to Watts, I was preaching in a barn last Wednesday, to a company of plain country people. After a sermon from Heb. vi. 12, we sang one of your hymns, Give me the wings of faith to rise, and had the satisfaction to see tears in the eyes of several of the auditory. After the service some of them told me they were not able to sing, so deeply were their minds affected with it; and the clerk in particular told me he could hardly utter the words of it. These were most of them poor people who work for their living.

Telford, pp. 407–08

Bingham Anonymous (🔊 pdf nwc).

Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears:
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

I ask them whence their victory came:
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their 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,
Possess the promised rest.

Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern giv’n;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to Heav’n.

Another arrangement, by Walter Kittredge (1834–1905) (🔊 pdf nwc), adds this refrain:

Many are the friends who are waiting today,
Happy on the golden strand,
Many are the voices calling us away,
To join their glorious band.
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land,
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land.