The Doubting Christian. Matt. 14. 31; Mark 16. 16
J. Hart C.M.
If unbelief’s that sin accursed,
Abhorred by God above,
Because, of all opposers worst,
It fights against his love,
How shall a heart that doubts like mine,
Dismayed at every breath,
Pretend to live the life divine,
Or fight the fight of faith?
Conscience accuses from within,
And others from without;
I feel my soul the sink of sin,
And this produces doubt.
[When thousand sins, of various dyes,
Corruptions dark and foul,
Daily within my bosom rise,
And blacken all my soul,
I groan, and grieve, and cry, and call
On Jesus for relief;
But, that delayed, to doubting fall,
Of all my sins the chief.
Such dire disorders vex my soul,
That ill engenders ill;
And when my heart I feel so foul,
I make it fouler still.]
In this distress, the course I take
Is still to call and pray,
And wait the time when Christ shall speak,
And drive my foes away.
For that blest hour I sigh and pant,
With wishes warm and strong;
But dearest Lord, lest these should faint,
O do not tarry long.