“Begone, unbelief, My Saviour is near”

A hymn written by John Newton


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.


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,
        Shall surely prevail.


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


Determined to save,
        He watched o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind slave,
        I sported with death;
And can He have taught me
        To trust in His name,
And thus far have brought me
        To put me to shame?


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


How bitter that cup
        No heart can conceive,
Which He drank quite up,
        That sinners might live!
His way was much rougher
        And darker than mine;
Did Jesus thus sufer
        And shall I repine?


Since all that I meet
        Shall work for my good
The bitter is sweet,
        The med,'cine is food;
Though painful at present,
        'Twill cease before long,
And then, oh, how pleasant
        The conqueror's song!