Begone, unbelief, My Saviour is near

Verse1
Begone, unbelief,
My Saviour is near,

And for my relief
Will surely appear:

By prayer let me wrestle,
And He will perform;

With Christ in the vessel,
I smile at the storm.

Verse2
Though dark be my way,
Since He is my Guide,

‘Tis mine to obey,
Tis His to provide:

Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,

The word He hath spoken
Shall surely prevail.

Verse3
His love, in time past,
Forbids me to think

He’ll leave me at last
In trouble to sink:

Each sweet Ebenezer
I have in review

Confirms His good pleasure
To help me quite through.

Verse4
Why should I complain
Of want or distress,

Temptation or pain ?
He told me no less;

The heirs of salvation,
I know from His Word,

Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.

Verse5
How bitter that cup
No heart can conceive,

Which He drank quite up,
That sinners might live !

His way was much rougher
And darker than mine;

Did Christ, my Lord, suffer,
And shall I repine ?

Verse6
Since all that I meet
Shall work for my good,

The bitter is sweet,
The medicine, food;

Though painful at present,
‘Twill cease before long,

And then—oh, how pleasant
The conqueror’s song !

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