O for a Faith

1O for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by many'a foe;
That will not tremble on the brink of poverty,
Of poverty or woe;
Of poverty or woe;

2That will not murmur or complain Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain, of grief or pain Can lean upon its God;
Can lean upon its God.

3A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear, knows of no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
In darkness feels no doubt.

4That bears unmoved the world's dread frown,
Nor heeds its scornful smile;
That sin's wild ocean cannot drown, no, cannot drown,
Nor its soft arts beguile;
Nor its soft arts beguile.

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