I need, O Lord, a stronger faith,
In this poor heart of mine,
A faith to take Thee at Thy word,
And all for Thee resign.
Grant me, O Lord, a living faith
That I may follow Thee,
Thro’ joy or sorrow, doubt or fear,
Until Thy face I see.
A faith that to Thy promise clings,
When clouds above me roll,
A faith that sweetly works by love
And purifies the soul.
A faith that soars beyond the sky
And looks within the veil,
A faith that, till my latest hour,
Shall never, never fail.
A patient, firm, enduring faith,
The Christian race to run,
A faith to teach me how to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done.