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 complainBeneath the chastening rod,But in the hour of grief or pain, of grief or painCan lean upon its God; Can lean upon its God.3.A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen 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 comeI’ll taste, e’en here the hallowed bliss, the hallowed blissOf an eternal home; Of an eternal home.