773    C.M.     J. Hart
The Doubting Christian. Matt. 14. 31; Mark 16. 16

1 If unbelief’s that sin accursed,
  Abhorred by God above,
  Because, of all opposers worst,
  It fights against his love,

2 How shall a heart that doubts like mine,
  Dismayed at every breath,
  Pretend to live the life divine,
  Or fight the fight of faith?

3 Conscience accuses from within,
  And others from without;
  I feel my soul the sink of sin,
  And this produces doubt.

4 [When thousand sins, of various dyes,
  Corruptions dark and foul,
  Daily within my bosom rise,
  And blacken all my soul,

5 I groan, and grieve, and cry, and call
  On Jesus for relief;
  But, that delayed, to doubting fall,
  Of all my sins the chief.

6 Such dire disorders vex my soul,
  That ill engenders ill;
  And when my heart I feel so foul,
  I make it fouler still.]

7 In this distress, the course I take
  Is still to call and pray,
  And wait the time when Christ shall speak,
  And drive my foes away.

8 For that blest hour I sigh and pant,
  With wishes warm and strong;
  But dearest Lord, lest these should faint,
  O do not tarry long.