Bathurst
Oh! for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe;
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That will not murmur or complain
Beneath the chastening rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Will lean upon its God;
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A faith that shines more bright and clear
When 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 seas of trouble cannot drown,
Or Satan’s arts beguile;
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A faith that keeps the narrow way
Till life’s last hour is fled,
And with a pure and heavenly ray
Illumes a dying bed.
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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.