O for a faith that will not shrink,

Though pressed by every foe,

That will not tremble on the brink

Of any earthly woe!

2 That will not murmur nor complain

Beneath the chastening rod,

But, in the hour of grief or pain,

Will lean upon its God;

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear

When tempests rage without;

That, when in danger, knows no fear,

In darkness feels no doubt;

4 That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown,

Nor heeds its scornful smile;

That seas of trouble can not drown,

Nor Satan’s arts beguile.

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way

Till life’s last hour is fled,

And with a pure and heavenly ray,

Lights up a dying bed.

6 Lord, give us such a faith as this;

And then, whate’er may come,

We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss

Of an eternal home.