For Victorious Faith

O for a faith that will not shrink,

Tho' pressed by many a foe;

That will not tremble on the brink

Of poverty and woe;

That will not murmur or complain

Beneath the chast'ning rod,

But in the hour of grief or 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 doubt;

That bears unmoved the world’s dread frown,

Nor heeds its scornful smile;

That sin's wild ocean cannot drown,

Nor Satan’s arts beguile;

A faith that keeps the narrow way

Till life’s last hour is fled,

And with a pure and heavenly ray

Lights up a dying bed.

Lord, give us such a faith as this,

And the, whate’er may come,

We’ll taste e’en here the hallowed bliss

Of an eternal home.

Amen.