Oh, for a faith that will not shrink

Though pressed by many-foes

That will not tremble on the brink

Of poverty or woe.

That will not murmur nor complain

Beneath the chast’ning rod,

But, in the hour of grief of pain

Can 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 heav’nly ray

Lights up a dying bed.

Lord, give me such a faith as this,

And then, whate’er may come,

I taste e’en now the hallow’d bliss

Of an Eternal Home.