Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near

1.

Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near

And for my relief will surely appear

By pray’r let me wrestle and He will perform

With Christ in the vessel I smile at the storm

2.

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

3.

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

4.

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

5.

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?

6.

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