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.