O for a faith that will not shrink,
Tho pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe!
That will not murmur nor 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
That when in danger knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.
- William H. Bathurst