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| Text: | Begone, unbelief |
| Author: | John Newton (1725-1807) |
1 Begone, 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.
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 has spoken
Will 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 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 O how pleasant
The conqueror’s song!
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Begone, unbelief |
| Author: | John Newton (1725-1807) |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1986 |
| Topic: | The salvation soldier: Faith and trust |