This one probably deserves another polish pass some day, but here’s what I got with the time I’ve been handed.
If I stayed home despite the call to sojourn in strange lands Could you call that faith? If honored guest promised a dream and I judged him a fool Could you call that faith? If I caved to scoffers words and refused to build the boat Could you call that faith? If I kept my only son off the mountain altar Could you call that faith? If at my time and end drew near I withhold my blessing Could you call that faith? If I hid not a precious child from tyrant’s fearful hand Could you call that faith? If I chose to live in comfort and let my people suffer Could you call that faith? If walls of sea stayed my feet and chariots fell upon Could you call that faith? If marching round and making sound seemed a foolish plan to me Could you call that faith? If agents sent I turned away and clung to profane idols Could you call that faith? If by faith I do not give the more the excellent of sacrifice Where is my righteous witness? If my faith cannot bear testimony how, like Enoch, can I please God? Now faith is the substance of our heart’s longing It makes tangible our hope Now faith is the evidence Christ is living although he is not seen To believe in only that God is is to accept the devil’s standard To come to God diligently seek and trust He will reward A new city, He prepares To better country, He calls If true faith it is then from whence we came never again return If those who did not receive the promise walked So must we