Begone, unbelief, my Savior 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.
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 will surely prevail.
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.
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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