O For a Faith


O for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by many a foe;
That will not tremble on the brink of poverty,
Of poverty or woe;
Of poverty or woe;


That will not murmur or complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain,
of grief or pain
Can lean upon its God;
Can lean upon its God.


A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
knows of no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
In darkness feels no doubt.


That bears unmoved the world’s dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That sin’s wild ocean cannot drown,
no, cannot drown,
Nor its soft arts beguile;
Nor its soft arts beguile.


Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come
I’ll taste, e’en here the hallowed bliss,
the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home;
Of an eternal home.

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