Why do we doubt?

O’ majestic Lord,

How wondrous are thy ways,

how wondrous are thy ways?

Every movement of thy providence,

            beckons our endless praise.

Wonders on earth beneath,

signs in heaven above;

Each to thine people thou bequeath,

            as tokens of thy love.

The sparrows enjoy thy care,

            but thine for us cannot compare;

For unto us thy Son was given,

            and unto death him thou did not spare.

Not even the angels receive his help,

            but only do they of the woman’s seed;

to the cross went he for Abraham’s whelp,

            in the cross do they find all that they may need.

Thy presence is real in the bread and cup;

            thou sends us out, going with us always.

On the wings of eagles thou lifts us up,

the promise thou made is nearness all of our days.

           

Why, then, do we doubt?

            And why, then, do we fear?

What cares and worries should count,

            to a people with a God so near?

Give us more grace and forgive us our shame,

            for sin we oft can’t see thine hand.

What more could we need than the pow’r of thy Name,

            when following thee, we walk through this pilgrim’s land?