Father, when o’er our trembling hearts

Doubt’s shadows gathering brood,

When faith in thee almost departs,

And gloomiest fears intrude,

Forsake us not, O God of grace,

But send those fears relief;

Grant us again to see thy face;

Lord, help our unbelief.

2 When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,

And fondest hopes be dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own,

Are now for ever fled—

When the bright promise of our spring

Is but a withering leaf—

Lord, to thy truth still let us cling,

Help thou our unbelief.

3 And when the powers of nature fail

Upon the couch of pain,

Nor love, nor friendship can avail

The spirit to detain;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes

Undimmed hy tears of grief,

And if a trembling doubt arise,

Help thou our unbelief.