Zeal extinguished to a spark;

Zeal extinguished to a spark;
Life is very, very low;
All my evidences dark,
And good works I've none to show.
Prayer, too, seems a load;
Ordinances tease or tire;
I can feel no love to God;
Hardly have a good desire.

Though thy fainting spirits droop,
Yet thy God is with thee still.
To believe in hope 'gainst hope,
And against thee all things feel;
Only to believe,
'Midst thy coldness, doubts, and death,
Canst thou not, poor soul, perceive
This is now thy work of faith?