Begone, unbelief!

Begone, unbelief!
My Saviour is near
and for my relief
will surely appear:
by prayer let me wrestle
and prove that he saves;
with Christ in the vessel
I smile at the waves.

2. Though dark be my way,
since he is my guide,
then I must obey
and he will provide;
with human trust broken,
when mortals all fail,
the word he has spoken
shall surely prevail.

3. His love in time past
forbids me to think
he’ll leave me at last
in trouble to sink;
and can he have taught me
to trust in his name
and this far have brought me
to put me to shame?

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. Since all that I meet
shall work for my good,
the bitter is sweet,
the medicine is food;
the pain felt at present
will cease before long;
and then, O how pleasant
the conqueror’s song!