1 O 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 That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening 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 That bears unmoved the world’s dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That sins wild ocean cannot 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.
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First Line: | O for a faith that will not shrink |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Sanctification |