Oh For A Faith That Will Not Shrink,
Though Pressed By Every Foe ;
That Will Not Tremble On The Brink
Of Any Earthly Woe

That Will Not Murmur Or Complain
Beneath The Chastening Rod ;
But In The Hour Of Grief Or Pain
Will Lean Upon Its God

A Faith That Shines More Bright And Clear
When Tempests Rage Without ;
That When In Danger Knows No Fear,
In Darkness Feels No Doubt

A Faith That Keeps The Narrow Way
Till Life’s Last Spark Is Fled,
And With A Pure And Heavenly Ray
Lights Up The Dying Bed.

Lord, Give Us Such A Faith As This,
And Then, Whatever May Come,
We’ll Taste, E’en Here, The Hallowed Bliss
Of Our Eternal Home !