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<h2>O, FOR A FAITH THAT WILL NOT SHRINK</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Lord, increase our faith.” Luke 17:5</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_bathurst_wh.html" target="_blank">William Hiley Bathurst</a>, <em>Psalms and Hymns</em>, 1831.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Agnes,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1866 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stagnes.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td align="center" width="199"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_bathurst_wh.jpg" alt="William Hiley Bathurst (1796-1877)" width="132.666666666667" height="200.666666666667"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Barwick-in-Elmet Historical Society</span></td>
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<p>O, for a faith that will not shrink,<br>
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Though pressed by every foe,<br>
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That will not tremble on the brink<br>
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Of any earthly woe!</p>
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<p>That will not murmur nor complain<br>
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Beneath the chastening rod,<br>
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But, in the hour of grief or pain,<br>
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Will lean upon its God.</p>
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<p>A faith that shines more bright and clear<br>
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When tempests rage without;<br>
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That when in danger knows no fear,<br>
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In darkness feels no doubt.</p>
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<p>That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frown<br>
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Nor heeds its scornful smile;<br>
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That seas of trouble cannot drown,<br>
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Nor Satan’s arts beguile.</p>
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<p>A faith that keeps the narrow way<br>
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Till life’s last hour is fled,<br>
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And with a pure and heavenly ray<br>
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Lights up a dying bed.</p>
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<p>Lord, give me such a faith as this,<br>
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And then, whate’er may come,<br>
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I’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed bliss<br>
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Of an eternal home.</p>
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