Help Our Unbelief

Father, when o’er our trembling hearts
Doubts 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.

When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead,
And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now forever fled, —
When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf, —
Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling;
Help Thou our unbelief.

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 by tears of grief;
And if a trembling doubt arise,
Help Thou our unbelief.

— Rev. S.G. Bulfinch

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Immediately the father of the child cried out and said, ‘I believe; help my unbelief!’

— Mark 9:24 (ESV)