O for a faith that will not shrink,
Tho' pressed by many a foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty and woe;
That will not murmur or complain
Beneath the chast'ning rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Can lean upon its God;
A faith the 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 sin's wild ocean 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 when whate'er may come,
We'll taste e'en here the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
Nice song,will you sing it for us? Dad
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