How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone
On doubt­ing souls whose wills were true!
Thou Christ of Ce­phas and of John,
Thou art the Christ of Tho­mas, too.

He loved Thee well, and calm­ly said
Come, let us go, and die with Him;
Yet when Thine East­er news was spread,
’Mid all its light his eyes were dim.

His breth­ren’s word he would not take
But craved to touch those hands of Thine:
The bruis­èd reed Thou didst not break;
He saw, and hailed his Lord di­vine.

He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose
To full be­lief’s un­cloud­ed height;
And still through his con­fess­ion flows
To Christ­ian souls Thy life and light.

O Sav­ior, make Thy pre­sence known
To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee;
And teach them in that Word alone
To find the truth that sets them free.

And we who know how true Thou art,
And Thee as God and Lord ad­ore,
Give us, we pray, a loy­al heart,
To trust and love Thee more and more.