O For A Faith That Will Not Shrink

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

That Will Not Murmur Nor 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,

That Bears Unmoved The World’s Dread Frown,
Nor Heeds Its Scornful Smile,
That Seas Of Trouble Cannot Drown,
Nor Satan’s Arts Beguile,

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.

Lord, Give Us Such A Faith As This,
And Then, Whatever May Come,
We’ll Taste Even Here The Hallowed Bliss
Of An Eternal Home.