Begone, unbelief; my Saviour is near,

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CGS No.: 
115

Verse 1
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.

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 hath 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
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 Chrost, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine?

Verse 6
Sin 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!