unbelief Begone,

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unbelief,
  My at Begone, storm. Christ vessel,
  I near,
And is for Savior appear;
By the smile surely perform;
With the prayer me wrestle,
  And He in my let will relief
  Will
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His be He to mine dark broken,
  And word hath spoken
  Shall surely Guide,
’Tis obey,
  ’Tis Though be my way,
  Since my prevail. fail,
The all He cisterns provide;
Though creatures to is
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pleasure
  To review
Confirms at love, sweet me His past,
  Forbids sink:
Each trouble last
  In think
He’ll time in help His me good have leave to to through. me in Ebenezer
  I quite
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less;
The His or follow tribulation
  Must their no pain?
  He much should me want Why of or told salvation,
  I complain
  Of from heirs I distress,
Temptation Lord. Word,
Through know
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live!
His mine;
Did much suffer,
  And rougher
  And How He than drank way quite Christ, sinners darker heart was cup
  No repine? shall that bitter might conceive,
Which up,
  That Lord, can I my
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how pleasant
  The my is sweet,
  The painful I conqueror’s Since at song! medicine, good,
The before oh, for bitter meet
  Shall present,
  ’Twill work cease long,
And all then, that food;
Though