For One Convinced of Unbelief, Hymn 7

Jesu, the promised strength supply,
Support my feeble, fainting mind,
Nor let me in the winter fly,
But seek, till I acceptance find,
But ask, till I am saved from sin,
And knock, till mercy takes me in.

Sufficient is the season past,
That I have grieved Thy gentle Dove,
Flew out in unbelieving haste,
And clamoured for Thy pardoning love,
And raved and murmur'd to be free,
As God were bound to wait on me.

In base mistrust of finding God,
No more Thy gospel I deny,
Sit down content beneath my load,
Or with the world of liars cry,
"We need not know our sins forgiven,
Or feel His love, the pledge of heaven."

I must, I shall be born again,
And perfect holiness below;
For this I wait in patient pain,
Nor is it mine the times to know,
But Thou hast died to ransom me,
And all my soul is cast on Thee.