O, for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of every earthly woe!
A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.
Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
I’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.
William Hiley Bathurst