“O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?
MATT. 16: 31.
O LORD, I blush to hear Thy lips inquire,
Why dost thou doubt? and, Why art thou afraid?
More than Thy Word, what can my soul desire?
Than Thy strong arm, why need I other aid?
And then I cannot question now Thy love,
For thou hast died, its heights and depths to prove.
Why do I doubt? I read Thy works of old,
None ever trusted in Thy help in vain;
Faith made Thy ancient heroes wax so bold,
Strong in Thy strength did each his vict'ry gain:
Thou canst not, if Thou wouldst, Thy Word forsake;
Thou wouldst not, if Thou couldst, Thy promise break.
Forgive, my Lord, the weakness of my faith;
Help me, O Lord, against my unbelief:
I would believe whate'er Thy scripture saith;
In my deep sorrows I can find relief
No-where, but pouring out my heart to Thee,
And in Thy promises so vast and free.
Lord, I have faith, or else I should not come;
My faith is weak, or else I should not fear;
Fill me with faith, and then there'll be no room
For unbelief, and all its workings drear:
Strong in Thy strength, my all-sufficient Lord,
I walk the waves, relying on Thy Word.
Oh, how I long for that bright cloudless hour,
When faith's weak vision shall be changed to sight!
For if such weakling faith as mine has power
At thoughts of Thee to fill me with delight,-
What will the vision of Thy glories prove,
In the eternal sunshine of Thy LOVE!