BLESSED THOMAS, DOUBT NO LONGER

A HYMN FOR LOW SUNDAY

Blessed Thomas, doubt no longer, see the wounds in hand and side,

Now behold the risen Saviour who for thee has bled and died,

And from death’s dark pit arising, lives in body glorified.

Here behold the love victorious, over death triumphant now,

See the feet where nails were driven, and thy faith in him avow;

For he lives, the world’s redeemer, unto whom all knees shall bow.

Thomas looked upon the Master: was it then indeed the Lord?

Were those wounds no phantom tokens?  Did the sight with truth accord?

Scarce believing, joy unbounded, leapt to greet the Saviour’s word.

Prostrate falling, Thomas worshipped: “O my Master, Lord and God”,

Here in truth was Christ the Saviour who the path of suffering trod,

And, to ransom souls unnumbered, broke in pieces Satan’s rod.

Thomas, sight has now convinced thee, faith within thy heart has stirred;

Blessèd more those faithful servants, trusting in the Saviour’s word,

Who, though vision is denied them, still believe, and own him Lord.

Grant, O Father, that among them we thy servants may be known,

And the ground be ever fruitful where the seed of faith was sown,
Till at length in heaven’s glory, faith and vision are but one.

by George B. Timms, 1910-1997