Words: W. H. Bathurst
Music: Carl Glaser
O for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by ev’ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe.
That will not murmur or complain
Beneath the Chast’ning 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 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.