O Thou, Who Didst with Love Untold

O Thou

who didst with love un­told

Thy doubt­ing serv­ant chide

Bidding 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 this hour of dark­ness draw

Faith in the in­car­nate Word.

And while that won­drous re­cord now

Of un­belief we hear

O let us on­ly low­li­er bow

In self-dis­trust­ing fear.

And grant that we may nev­er dare

Thy lov­ing heart to grieve

But

at the last

their bless­ing share

Who see not

yet be­lieve.