243 O for a faith that will not shrink

1 O for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by many a foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe; 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will 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 seas of trouble 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.