Victorious Faith

O for a faith that will not shrink, Tho' pressed by ev' ry foe; That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe;

That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chast' ning 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; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt;

That bears unmoved the world's dread frown, Nor heeds its scornful smile; That seas of trouble cannot drown, Nor Satan' s arts beguile;

A faith that keeps the narrow way, Till life' s last hour is fled, And with a pure and steady ray Illumes a dying bed.

Lord, lead me to a faith like this, Through trial though it be; For O! the rest of faith is bliss, The bliss of rest in thee.