Fish In Wave, The Bird On Wing, The

The fish in wave, the bird on wing,

God bade the waters bear;

Each for our mortal body's food

His gracious hands prepare.

But other food, of richer cost,

The immortal spirit needs;

By faith it lives on every word

That from His mouth proceeds.

Faith springing from the blood of Christ,

Has flowed o'er every land;

And sinners through the vanquished world

Bow down to its command.

Its light the joy of Heav'n reveals

To hearts made pure within;

And bids them seek by worthy deeds

Eternal crowns to win.

By faith the saints of old were strong

The lion's wrath to tame;

By faith they spurned the tyrant's threats,

And scorned the raging flame.

Lord, grant that we the path may tread

Whereon its light doth shine;

And gather, as we onward go,

The fruits of love divine.

O praise the Father; praise the Son,

On Whose most precious blood

Rests all our faith; and praise to Him

Who with Them both is God.