1 O, for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by many a foe, That will not tremble on the brink of poverty, Of poverty or woe; Of poverty or woe; 2 That will not murmur or complain Beneath the chastening rod, But in the hour of grief or pain, of grief or pain Can lean upon its God; Can lean upon its God. 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without; That when in danger knows no fear, knows of no fear, In darkness feels no doubt; In darkness feels no doubt. 4 That bears unmoved the world’s dread frown, Nor heeds its scornful smile; That sin’s wild ocean cannot drown, no, cannot drown, Nor its soft arts beguile; Nor its soft arts beguile. 5 Lord, give me such a faith as this, And then, whate’er may come I’ll taste, e’en here the hallowed bliss, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home; Of an eternal home.