| Martha Yea, I believe, although death's cloud Enwrap my soul in gloom; Thou are the Christ, the Son of God, The Saviour that should come; - Yea, Lord, I do believe! Yea, I believe; what though the grave Hath won my love from me; I felt that Thou hadst power to save, And still do trust in Thee; - Yea, Lord, I do believe! Yea, I believe; through the ages past Thy coming voice has heard; The promised King has come at last, My Saviour and my God; - Yea, I do believe! Yea, I believe; Lord, let this hour Some gracious token give; O, grant a sweet, reviving power, That others may believe; - Yea, Lord, I do believe! From Macoy's 1866 Ritual |
