Conflict. Matt. 14. 31
W. Hammond 7s
Will my doubting ne’er be o’er?
Will the Lord return no more?
When shall I the Saviour see,
And be sure he died for me?
How I waver to and fro,
Rising high and sinking low!
Now to heaven I aspire,
Now to shades of death retire.
When a glimpse of hope appears,
Soon ’tis lost in doubts and fears.
O! I fear ’tis all a cheat!
Keep me, Lord, from self-deceit.
Lord, thy light, thy love display;
All my darkness chase away;
Everlasting peace restore;
Bid me disbelieve no more.
Put thy Spirit in my heart;
Bid my doubts and fears depart;
When thy face shall on me shine,
I shall know and feel thee mine.