Begone, unbelief!
Our Saviour is near,
And for our relief
Will surely appear:
The rough winds may wrestle,
Our Ail will perform:
With Christ in the vessel
We smile at the storm.

Though dark be our way,
Since He is our Guide,
'Tis our's to obey,
'Tis His to provide:
Though cisterns be broken,
And creatures all fail,
The word He has spoken
Shall surely prevail.

Why should we complain
Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?
He told us no less:
The heirs of salvation,
We know from His Word,
Through much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.

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