Belief and Unbelief

"Dost thou believe," the Saviour said;
The trembling parent look'd around;
A thousand Wonders he survey'd,
And Hope and kindling faith he found.
The Sick, the blind, the Deaf, and Lame,
All whole and sound and light became;
He knew such power could not deceive
And answer'd, joyful, "I believe."

But, when he look'd his Heart within,
And saw the Darkness, felt the Shame,
The fear, the Dread, the Doubt, the Sin--
How cold and humble he became!
The former Joy was now suppress'd,
And grieving, guilty, and distress'd,
He added, in despairing Grief:
"Help thou, O Lord, mine Unbelief!"