How often, Lord, your face has shone
On doubting souls whose wills were true!
You Christ of Peter and of John
You are the Christ of Thomas too.
He loved you well, and firmly said,
"Come, let us go, and die with him";
Yet when your Easter news was spread,
Mid all its light his faith was dim.
His brethren's word he would not take,
But craved to touch those hands of thine;
When you did your appearance make,
He saw, and hailed his Lord Divine.
He saw you risen; at once he rose
To full belief's unclouded height,
And still through his confession flows
To Christian souls your life and light.
O Savior, make your presence known
To all who doubt your Word and thee,
And teach us in that Word alone
To find the truth that sets us free.