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. 2 Once they were mourners here below, And poured out cries and tears: They 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. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod, 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. By John Wesley Harding. Sins of The Saints- Introduction The Lord showed me a secret revelation concerning the body of Christ - the church today. I would like to share some of these truths with you on this blog. I saw myself in an almost empty Temple of God. The building had a very beautif...