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!