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

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. 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

4. Since all that I meet shall work for my good
The bitter is sweet, the medi-cine food
Though painful at present' will cease before long
And then oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song