Verse 1
Oh, for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by many a foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty or woe.

Verse 2
That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Can lean upon its God.

Verse 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.

Verse 4
A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last spark is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Lights up a dying bed.

Verse 5
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.