Thou, who our faithless hearts canst read,
And know’st each weakness there;
Poor, trembling, faint, with Thee we plead
O turn not from our prayer.

We cannot grasp from hour to hour
The truths Thy Gos­pel saith;
Then aid us by Thy heav’nly power,
And so increase our faith.

That we may trust Thy guardian care,
When no kind hand we see;
That we may lift our souls in prayer
Undoubtingly to Thee.

Help us to gaze on things unseen
By eyes of mortal sight;
To pierce through earth’s dark veil, and glean
Some beams of heav’nly light.

Thy glo­ri­ous presence may we see,
When earth’s last tie is riven;
In faith then trust our souls to Thee,
Till we awake in Heav’n.