Yes ! I do feel, my God, that I am Thine !

Yes! I do feel, my God, that I am Thine!
Thou art my joy — myself mine only grief,
Hear my complaint low bending at Thy shrine —
"Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief!"

Unworthy even to approach so near,
My soul lies trembling like a summer leaf;
Yet O forgive! I doubt not, tho' I fear,
"Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief!"

True, I am weak, " and poor and blind," but then
I know the source whence I can draw relief:
And, tho' repulsed, I still can plead again
"Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief!"

O draw me nearer! for too far away
The beamings of Thy brightness are too brief,
While faith, tho' fainting, still hath strength to pray —
"Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief!"