The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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O for a faith that will not shrink,
Tho’ pressed by ev’ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly foe.
That will not murmur or complain
Beneath the chastening 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;
And when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.
Lord, give us such a faith as this
And then whate’er may come,
We’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.