1. Oh, for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by many a foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty or woe:

2. It will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast'ning rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Can 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. A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life’s last spark is fled,
And with a pure and heav’nly ray
Lights up a dying bed.

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