1 My faith, it is an oaken staff,
the traveler’s well-loved aid;
My faith, it is a song of trust,
sustains me undismayed.
I’ll travel on and still be stirred
by silent thought or social word;
By all my perils undeterred,
a pilgrim unafraid.
2 My guide is Jesus Christ whose steps,
when travelers have trod,
Whether beneath was flinty rock
or yielding grassy sod,
They carried on, their joy unspent;
through pain and trial they onward went,
Unstayed by pleasures, still they bent
their zealous course to God.
3 My faith, it is an oaken staff,
O let me on it lean.
My faith provides the ground of hope,
supports a purpose keen.
Your Spirit, God, upon me send,
that I may be what you intend.
With patient courage, we'll contend
as radiant saints serene.
|First Line:||My faith it is an oaken staff|
|Title:||My Faith, It Is an Oaken Staff|
|Author:||Thomas T. Lynch (1855, alt.)|
|Topic:||Faith and Aspiration; Jesus Christ: Guide and Leader; Pilgrimage(3 more...)|
|Name:||THE STAFF OF FAITH|
|Source:||Swiss folk melody; Fellowship Hymn Book, 1910|