Be gone, unbelief! my Saviour is near.

Verse 1

Be gone, 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 will surely prevail.

Verse 3

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.

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 Jesus drank up that sinners might live!
His way was much rougher and darker than mine:
Did Jesus thus suffer, and shall I repine?

Verse 6

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