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 Ebenzer
  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!