Help Thou My Unbelief

The night is dark and I fear, my Lord,
To let go of this branch, to fall.
Think not, Lord, that I fear thy arms!
To thee I give naught but my all!
But I cannot see the bottom, Lord,
Of the chasm that gapes at my feet
And though I know my paltry grasp
Or this green sapling must know defeat
Though I know thine arms are waiting for me
To rescue me, save me, protect,
Fear of the unknown spasms my hands
And I cannot let go, though I'm wrecked.
Oh turn a blind eye to my unbelief!
See not my untrusting fear!
Oh Lord as I cling to my margin of safety
As in terror I weep in thine ear,
Oh wait for me! Wait for me Lord!
For soon I must fall from this place
And Lord if thou'rt not there to catch me
I am Lost! Oh I am lost into space!