Oh for a faith that will not shrink, Tho' pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe.

That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But in the hour of grief or pain, Will 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 heavenly ray Lights up the dying bed.

Lord, give us such a faith as this; And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the Hallowed bless Of our eternal home!