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.
That will nor murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Can 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.
Lord, give me such a faith as this
And then, whate’er may come,
I taste e’en now the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
~ Author Unknown