Begone unbelief! Our Saviour is near,
And for our relief will surely appear:
The rough winds may wrestle,
Our God will perform:
With Christ in the vessel
We smile at the storm.
Tho dark be our way, Since He is our Guide,
'Tis our's to obey, 'tis His to provide:
Tho 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,
Thru much tribulation
Must follow their Lord.