We walk by faith, and not by sight No gracious words we hear From him who spoke as none e'er spoke But we believe him near We may not touch his hands and side Nor follow where he trod But in his promise we rejoice And cry, "My Lord and God!" Help then, O Lord, our unbelief And may our faith abound To call on you when you are near And seek where you are found That, when our life of faith is done In realms of clearer light We may behold you as you are With full and endless sight