| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
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. |
O for a faith that will not shrink, Stanzas 1 & 2 |
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| 2 |
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. |
O for a faith that will not shrink, Stanzas 3 & 6 |