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No, no, I'll trust in mercy dear;
And if I perish, here I'll stay,
And never go from heaven bright
I'll ever hop and always pray,
Until I get my Saviour's sight.
I think indeed now you are right,
If you had faith you could win in;
Importune then with all your might,
Faith is the feet wherewith ye come;
It is the hands will hold him fast,
But weak faith never may presume;
'Twill let you sink, and be aghas
Strongly bclieve, or you're undonc
But, good saint Peter, let me be,
Had you such faith, did it abound?
When you did walk upon the sea,
Was you not like for to be drown'd,
Had not our Saviour helped thce,
Who came and took thee by the hand,
So can my Lord do unto me,
And bring me to the promised land.
Is my faith weak? yet he is still
The same and ever shall remain;
His mercies last and his good will,
To bring me to his flock again;
He will me help and me relieve,
And will increase my faith also,
