I’ll ever hope and always pray,
Until I get my Saviour’s sight.
I think indeed you are not right,
If you had faith you could win in;
Importune then with all your might,
Faith is the feet wherewith ye come.
It is the hands will hold him fast,
But weak faith may not presume;
’Twill let you sink, and be aghast
Strongly believe, or you’re undone.