Thou, Who Our Faithless Hearts Can Read

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.