Unbelief, let me have quiet,

Else my cry of pain shall rise

From this valley of affiction

To the gracious dawning skies:

There for me my Brother pleadeth,

Unforgetting day or night:

He will come and break my fetters,

He will lead me into light.

Little Faith, where art thou hiding?

For thy ministry take heart:

Why, sweet Hope, art thou so timid?

For the feeble do thy part:

Soon the battle will be over--

Unbelief, away! away!

Though I am so faint and helpless,

I am gaining ground each day.