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1. 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.
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. 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.
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.
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 Christ, my Lord, suffer,
     And shall I repine?
6. 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, oh, how pleasant
     The conqueror's song!

Jan. 3, 2010GaryLondon, United KingdomGreat words and a lovely tune.