Give me the wings of faith
Although the majority of the music on UCB and Premier
Radio (the channels I have been listening to whilst driving) is “contemporary”,
hymns are also heard from time to time. A couple of Sunday evenings ago I was
very moved to hear the hymn “Give me the wings of faith to rise”. The hymn was
written by Isaac Watts and was published in 1709.
It is not the best known of hymns, but it has a special
place in Methodism. Every year at the Ministerial Session of the Methodist Conference
a memorial service is held to remember the Ministers who have died during the time
since the previous Conference. Families and friends of the deceased Ministers
are invited to join the Conference for this Service. The hymn is sung as part of the Memorial
Service.
I have attended several of these services, including
in 2004 when my brother in law, Rob, was one of the Ministers remembered.
The hymn (posted below) is particularly relevant today, a time when
many people have lost loved ones to Corona virus. It focuses on Christian
assurance that death is not the end of anyone’s life story. Life continues
elsewhere through the things that Jesus has done for us in his death and
resurrection.
By faith we know that those who have died are now with
God. We wish we could see those who have died, but the eyes of faith show us
that they are in a joyful and glorious place.
Verse 2 encourages us with the awareness that those in
heaven are just like us – they experienced tears and temptations on the route
to heaven. We shouldn’t give up hope!
In verse 3 we realise that those in heaven are there because
of Jesus. They were not necessarily better than us, but they depended on what
Jesus (the Lamb of God) had done for them in dying for their sins.
The fourth verse reminds me of another hymn, “O Jesus
I have promised”, and the words “O let me see thy footmarks, and in them plant
mine own”. Those who have gone ahead of us to heaven have done just that, inspired
by Jesus, God incarnate as a human being.
Verse 5 encourages us to praise God as we reflect on
and grieve for those who have died. The pattern of Jesus in dying, rising and
ascending to heaven is followed by the long line of Christians who have gone
ahead of us. We are somewhere along that line as we walk our path to heaven.
In the Methodist hymnbooks the hymn does not have a
chorus/refrain. The original version does. It gives us a beautiful picture of
the saints and angels welcoming us home to heaven. These are words to move and
encourage us at this time of illness, death and grief for so many. By faith in the risen Jesus we know that a
joyful future lies ahead.
Here is the hymn:
1.
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.
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
2.
Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out sighs and tears;
Thy wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins and doubts and fears.
And poured out sighs and tears;
Thy wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins and doubts and fears.
3.
I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the lamb,
Their triumph to his death.
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the lamb,
Their triumph to his death.
4.
They marked the footsteps that he trod,
(His zeal inspired their breast)
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.
(His zeal inspired their breast)
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.
5.
Our glorious leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.
They'll sing their welcome home to
me, For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.
they'll sing their welcome home to me;
and the angels will stand on the hallellujah strand
and sing me a welcome home.
Welcome, welcome home!
Welcome, welcome home!
And the angels will stand on the hallelujah strand
and sing me a welcome home.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
What beautiful words and what a refrain. That is quite moving. Thank you
ReplyDeleteWonderful Peter thankyou xx
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