I Will Trust and Not Be Afraid

Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,

And for my relief he 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, thou, Lord! art my guide;

'Tis mine to obey, 'tis thine to provide;

Though cisterns be broken and creatures all fail,

The word thou hast spoken shall surely prevail.

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!