WHEN FAITH BECOMES SIGHT

Through the Glass Dimly, Until We See His Face

[Verse 1 — The Lamb] In Gethsemane, beneath our weight of sin, The spotless Lamb bore all our guilt and shame. The cup of suffering trembled in His hand: “Not Mine, but Thine”—He chose the Father’s plan. They offered wine to dull the pain He bore; He turned away—to trust His Father more. Though darkness hid the Father from His sight, He held by faith when heaven veiled its light.

[Chorus 1 — Into Thy Hands] “Into Thy hands My spirit I commend”— Though He could not see, He trusted to the end. So into Your hands, O Father, I will rest; When I cannot see, I know Your way is best. Though feelings fail and darkness hides the light, Your Word stands sure—the just shall live by faith. Now  ...