My Faith is larger than the Hills --

My Faith is larger than the Hills --

So when the Hills decay --

My Faith must take the Purple Wheel

To show the Sun the way --

'Tis first He steps upon the Vane --

And then -- upon the Hill --

And then abroad the World He go

To do His Golden Will --

And if His Yellow feet should miss --

The Bird would not arise --

The Flowers would slumber on their Stems --

No Bells have Paradise --

How dare I, therefore, stint a faith

On which so vast depends --

Lest Firmament should fail for me --

The Rivet in the Bands