We have not seen, we cannot see, The happy land above, From sin and death and suffering free, Where all is peace and love. We only see the path is long By which we have to go; We only feel the foes are strong Who seek to work us woe. We have not seen, we cannot see The cross our Master bore, With all its pains, that we might be The slaves of sin no more. We only think it hard to part With every pleasant sin, And give to God a perfect heart, And make Him Lord within. We walk by faith, and not by sight; And, bless?d saint, like thee, We sometimes doubt if faith tells right, Because we cannot see. Upon the promise we would lean Thy doubting heart received; Bless?d are they that have not seen, And that have yet believed.