O’ for a faith that will not shrink,
Though pressed by every foe;
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe.
That will not murmur or complain,
Beneath the chastening rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
Will lean upon the Lord our God.
A faith that shines more bright and clear
When tempests rage without;
And when in danger know no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.
Lord, give us such a faith as this,
And then, whatever in life may hone
We’ll leave this place with hallow bliss
To the place we call eternal home.
–W. H. Balhurst
Ocean City, Maryland