O Thou who didst, with love untold,

Thy doubting servant chide,

And bad'st the eye of sense behold

Thy wounded hands and side;

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,

O let us only lowlier bow

In self-distrusting fear;

And pray that we may never dare

Thy loving heart to grieve,

But at the last their blessings share

Who see not, yet believe!

Amen.