8,8,8,4 "Have faith in God," the Master said; -- Lord give me faith that I may rest, In calm content, my weary head Upon His breast. A faith like Thine, strong, brave, and sure, Not weak, nor easily dismayed; That through all trials shall endure, Aye unafraid. Then shall I cleave through clouds of doubt, And pass from darkness into day; Put all the muttering hosts to rout, That crowd my way. And I shall make my heart's request, -- Even mountains shall not bar my way; O God, Thou'lt give whate'er is best, Nor long delay. |