Begone, unbelief;
\nmy Savior is near,
\nand for my relief
\nwill surely appear;
\nby prayer let me wrestle,
\nand he will perform;
\nwith Christ in the vessel,
\nI smile at the storm.<\/p>\n
Though dark be my way,
\nsince he is my guide,
\n’tis mine to obey,
\n’tis his to provide;
\nthough cisterns be broken
\nand creatures all fail,
\nthe word he has spoken
\nshall surely prevail.<\/p>\n
His love in time past
\nforbids me to think
\nhe’ll leave me at last
\nin trouble to sink;
\nwhile each Ebenezer
\nI have in review
\nconfirms his good pleasure
\nto help me quite through.<\/p>\n
Why should I complain
\nof want or distress,
\ntemptation or pain?
\nHe told me no less;
\nthe heirs of salvation,
\nI know from his word,
\nthrough much tribulation
\nmust follow their Lord.<\/p>\n
How bitter that cup,
\nno heart can conceive,
\nwhich he drank right up
\nthat sinners might live;
\nhis way was much rougher
\nand darker than mine;
\ndid Jesus thus suffer,
\nand shall I repine?<\/p>\n
Since all that I meet
\nshall work for my good,
\nthe bitter is sweet,
\nthe med’cine is food;
\nthough painful at present,
\n’twill cease before long;
\nand then, O how pleasant
\nthe conqueror’s song!<\/p>\n
John Newton<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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. Though dark be my way, since he is my guide, ’tis mine to obey, ’tis his to provide; though cisterns be broken and … <\/p>\n