THOU! who didst with love untold Thy doubting servant cheer, And bade the eye of sense behold, What faith should have made clear; Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe, To own Thee God and Lord, And from his hour of darkness, draw A fuller faith's reward.
And while that wondrous record now, Of unbelief we hear, Oh! let us only lowlier bow, In self-distrusting fear; And pray that we may never dare Thy Spirit so to grieve, But at the last their blessing share, Who see not, yet believe.