How Oft, O Lord, Thy Face Hath Shone

How oft

O Lord

Thy face hath shone

On doubt­ing souls whose wills were true!

Thou Christ of Ce­phas and of John

Thou art the Christ of Tho­mas

too.

He loved Thee well

and calm­ly said

Come

let us go

and die with Him;

Yet when Thine East­er news was spread

’Mid all its light his eyes were dim.

His breth­ren’s word he would not take

But craved to touch those hands of Thine:

The bruis­èd reed Thou didst not break;

He saw

and hailed his Lord di­vine.

He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose

To full be­lief’s un­cloud­ed height;

And still through his con­fess­ion flows

To Christ­ian souls Thy life and light.

O Sav­ior

make Thy pre­sence known

To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee;

And teach them in that Word alone

To find the truth that sets them free.

And we who know how true Thou art

And Thee as God and Lord ad­ore

Give us

we pray

a loy­al heart

To trust and love Thee more and more.