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Text Based On Hebrews Chapter 11
By faith Jacob, when he was a dying,
blessed both the sons of Joseph; and
worshipped, leaning upon the top of his staff.
My Faith, It Is An Oaken Staff
My faith, it is an oaken staff,
The traveler's well loved aid;
My faith, it is a weapon stout,
The soldier's trusty blade,
I'll travel on, and still be stirred,
By silent thought or social word;
By all my perils undeterred,
A soldier pilgrim staid.
I have a Guide, and in His steps
Where travelers have trod,
Whether beneath was flinty rock
Or yielding grassy sod,
They cared not, with force unspent,
Unmoved by pain, they onward went,
Unstayed by pleasures, still they bent
Their zealous course to God.
My faith, it is an oaken staff,
O let me on it lean!
My faith, it is a trusty sword,
May falsehood find it keen!
Thy Spirit, Lord, to me impart,
O make me what Thou ever art,
Of patient and courageous heart,
As all true saints have been.
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