Oh for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by many a foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of poverty or woe;
That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast'ning rod,
But in the hour of grief and pain
Can lean upon its God;
A faith that shines more bright, more clear,
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt;
A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life's last spark is fled,
And with a pure and heav'nly ray
Lights up a dying bed.
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