Eternal Power, of earth and air!Unseen, yet seen in all around,Remote, but dwelling everywhere,Though silent, heard in every sound.
If e’er Thine ear in mercy bent,When wretched mortals cried to Thee,And if, indeed, Thy Son was sent,To save lost sinners such as me:
Then hear me now, while, kneeling here,I lift to thee my heart and eye,And all my soul ascends in prayer,Oh, give me, give me faith! I cry.
Without some glimmering in my heart,I could not raise this fervent prayer;But, oh! a stronger light impart,And in Thy mercy fix it there.
While Faith is with me, I am blest;It turns my darkest night to day;But while I clasp it to my breast,I often feel it slide away.
Then, cold and dark, my spirit sinks,To see my light of life depart;And every fiend of Hell, methinks,Enjoys the anguish of my heart.
What shall I do, if all my love,My hopes, my toil, are cast away,And if there be no God above,To hear and bless me when I pray?
If this be vain delusion all,If death be an eternal sleep,And none can hear my secret call,Or see the silent tears I weep!
Oh, help me, God! For Thou aloneCanst my distracted soul relieve;Forsake it not: it is Thine own,Though weak, yet longing to believe.
Oh, drive these cruel doubts away;And make me know, that Thou art God!A faith, that shines by night and day,Will lighten every earthly load.
If I believe that Jesus died,And, waking, rose to reign above;Then surely Sorrow, Sin, and Pride,Must yield to Peace, and Hope, and Love.
And all the blessèd words He saidWill strength and holy joy impart:A shield of safety o’er my head,A spring of comfort in my heart.
Give me the wings of faith to riseWithin the veil, and seeThe saints above, how great their joys,How bright their glories be.
Once they were mourning here below,And wet their couch with tears:They wrestled hard, as we do now,With sins, and doubts, and fears.
I ask them whence their victory came:They, with united breath,Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,Their triumph to His death.
They marked the footsteps that He trod,His zeal inspired their breast;And following their incarnate God,Possess the promised rest.
Our glorious Leader claims our praiseFor His own pattern giv’n;While the long cloud of witnessesShow the same path to Heav’n.
Let us plead for faith aloneFaith which by our works is shown;God it is Who justifies,Only faith the grace applies.
Active faith that lives within,Conquers hell and death and sin,Hallows whom it first made whole,Forms the Savior in the soul.
Let us for this faith contend,Sure salvation is the end;Heaven already is begun,Everlasting life is won.
Only let us persevereTill we see our Lord appear,Never from the Rock remove,Saved by faith which works by love.
Lord, help us ever to retainThe catechism’s doctrine plainAs Luther taught the word of truthIn simple style to tender youth.
Help us Thy holy law to learn,To mourn our sin, and from it turnIn faith to Thee and to Thy SonAnd Holy Spirit, Three in One.
Hear us, dear Father, when we prayFor needed help from day to dayThat as Thy children we may live,Whom Thou in baptism did receive.
Lord, when we fall and sin doth stain,Absolve and lift us up again;And thro’ the sacrament increaseOur faith till we depart in peace.
Lord, I want to be a Christian in my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be a Christian in my heart, in my heart.In my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be a Christian in my heart, in my heart.
Lord, I want to be more loving in my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be more loving in my heart, in my heart.In my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be more loving in my heart, in my heart.
Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart, in my heart.In my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart, in my heart.
Lord, I want to be like Jesus in my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be like Jesus in my heart, in my heart.In my heart, in my heart,Lord, I want to be like Jesus in my heart, in my heart.
O, for a faith that will not shrink,Though pressed by every foe,That will not tremble on the brinkOf any earthly woe!
That will not murmur nor complainBeneath the chastening rod,But, in the hour of grief or pain,Will lean upon its God.
A faith that shines more bright and clearWhen tempests rage without;That when in danger knows no fear,In darkness feels no doubt.
That bears, unmoved, the world’s dread frownNor heeds its scornful smile;That seas of trouble cannot drown,Nor Satan’s arts beguile.
A faith that keeps the narrow wayTill life’s last hour is fled,And with a pure and heavenly rayLights up a dying bed.
Lord, give me such a faith as this,And then, whate’er may come,I’ll taste, e’en here, the hallowed blissOf an eternal home.