Hymn 303
Begone, unbelief; My Saviour is near
Aigbagbọ, bila! Temi l’ Oluwa
- 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;
While each Ebenezer I have in review
Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite through. - 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 right up, that sinners might live;
His way was much rougher and darker than mine;
Did Jesus, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine? - Since all that I meet shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, the medicine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long;
And then, Oh, how pleasant The conqueror's song! Amin.