1 O ye of little faith, why will ye doubt?
Why will ye not the truth receive?
thy Lord stands waiting just outside the door
And calls; how can you still His Spirit grieve?
If you could see Him suffer on the cross,
could hear His dying pray'r--
"Forgive them, for they know not what they do,
O then would you believe Him, hanging there?
2 Who is he yonder in Gethsemane,
His hair all wet with midnight dew,
Who prays alone in agony of blood
For you, for you, O careless one, for you? [Refrain]
3 Lo, He is standing at your side just now,
Hark! for He softly speaks to thee;
Turn not away! perhaps when next you hear
His voice, it will be in eternity [Refrain]
Coronation Hymns, 1910