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Verse 1
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;
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.
William H. Bathurst, “O for a Faith That Will Not Shrink”