O for a faith that will not shrink,
Tho’ pressed by every foe
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!
That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chastening rod
But in the hour of grief and pain
Will lean upon its God;
A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without,
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doublt.