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533 – O for a Faith

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.