Verse 1

BEGONE, unbelief; my Saviour is near, And for my relieve will surely appear: By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

Verse 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 has spoken shall surely prevail.

Verse 3

His love in time past forbids me to think He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink; While each Ebenezer I have in review Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through

Verse 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.

Verse 5

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, O how pleasant the conqueror’s song!

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