O, for a faith that will not shrink
Though 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
Lord, give me such a faith as this
And then, whate'er may come
I'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home
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Alternate verses:
That bears, unmoved, the world's dread frown
Nor heeds its scornful smile
That seas of trouble 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
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