1. Oh, for a faith that will not shrink 
Tho’ pressed by many a foe; 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of poverty or woe; 
 
2. That will not murmur nor complain 
Beneath the chast’ning rod, 
But in the hour of grief or pain 
Can lean upon its God; 
 
6. Lord give us such a faith as this; 
And then, whate’er may come, 
We’ll taste e’en now the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home.