O for a faith that will not shrink
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O for a faith that will not shrink,Though pressed by many a foe;That will not tremble on the brinkOf poverty or woe;
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That will not murmur or complainBeneath the chastening rod,But in the hour of grief or painCan lean upon its God.
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A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That when in danger knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt;
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That bears unmoved the world's dread frown,Nor heeds its scornful smile;That sin's wild ocean cannot drown,Nor its soft arts beguile.
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Lord, give me such a faith as this,And then, whate'er may come,I'll taste e'en here the hallowed blissOf an eternal home.