533 - O for a Faith
O, for a faith that will not shrink,
Though
pressed by every foe;
That
will not tremble on the brink of poverty,
Of
any earthly woe;
Of
poverty or woe;
2
That
will not murmur nor 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 feel 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.
