Verse 1
No, I never will believe,
Unless my Lord I see,
Proofs infallible receive
That Jesus died for me,
Meet him risen from the dead,
Thrust my hand into his side,
Mark the prints the nails have made,
And feel his blood applied.
Verse 2
Slow of heart, Thou knowst, I am;
Mine unbelief reprove,
Call me, Saviour, by my name,
In manifested love,
Condescend to my request,
My dying Lord, my pardning God,
Come in all thy wounds confest,
And wash me in thy blood.
Verse 3
Sin, and doubt to chase away,
A drooping soul to chear,
Now thy hands and feet display,
Divinely present here,
Shew thyself, as crucified,
Th’ irrefragable tokens give,
Take into thine open side,
And force me to believe.