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SAINT THOMAS'S DAY.
THOU! who didst with love untoldThy doubting servant cheer,
And bade the eye of sense behold,
What faith should have made clear;
Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe,
To own Thee God and Lord,
And from his hour of darkness, draw
A fuller faith's reward.
And while that wondrous record now,
Of unbelief we hear,
Oh! let us only lowlier bow,
In self-distrusting fear;
And pray that we may never dare
Thy Spirit so to grieve,
But at the last their blessing share,
Who see not, yet believe.
Of unbelief we hear,
Oh! let us only lowlier bow,
In self-distrusting fear;
And pray that we may never dare
Thy Spirit so to grieve,
But at the last their blessing share,
Who see not, yet believe.
