John 20:26-27

• [Joh 20:26] Amidst Us Our Beloved Stands

  Amidst us our Belovèd stands, And bids us view His piercèd hands; Points to the wounded feet and side, Blest emblems of the Crucified. What food luxurious loads the board, When at His table sits the Lord! The wine how rich, the bread how sweet, When Jesus deigns the guests to meet! If now, with eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs, but see not Him; O may His love the scales displace, And bid us see Him face to face! Our former transports we recount, When with Him in the holy mount, These cause our souls to thirst anew, His marred but lovely face to view. Thou glorious Bridegroom of our hearts, Thy present smile a heav’n imparts! Oh lift the veil, if veil there be, Let every saint Thy beauties see!

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• [Joh 20:27] How Oft, O Lord, Thy Face Hath Shone

  How oft, O Lord, Thy face hath shone On doubting souls whose wills were true! Thou Christ of Cephas and of John, Thou art the Christ of Thomas, too. He loved Thee well, and calmly said “Come, let us go, and die with Him”; Yet when Thine Easter news was spread, ’Mid all its light his eyes were dim. His brethren’s word he would not take But craved to touch those hands of Thine: The bruisèd reed Thou didst not break; He saw, and hailed his Lord divine. He saw Thee ris’n; at once he rose To full belief’s unclouded height; And still through his confession flows To Christian souls Thy life and light. O Savior, make Thy presence known To all who doubt Thy Word and Thee; And teach them in that Word alone To find the truth that sets them free. And we who know how true Thou art, And Thee as God and Lord adore, Give us, we pray, a loyal heart, To trust and love Thee more and more.

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• [Joh 20:27] O Thou, Who Didst With Love Untold

  O Thou, who didst with love untold Thy doubting servant chide, Bidding the eye of sense behold Thy wounded hands and side. Grant us, like him, with heartfelt awe To own Thee God and Lord, And from this hour of darkness draw Faith in the incarnate Word. And while that wondrous record now Of unbelief we hear, O let us only lowlier bow In self-distrusting fear. And grant that we may never dare Thy loving heart to grieve, But, at the last, their blessing share Who see not, yet believe.

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