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Begone, unbelief; My Saviour is near,
And for my relief Will surely appear;
Tho’ dark be my way, since he is my guide,
‘Tis mine to obey, ‘tis his to provide.
His love in time past forbids me to think
He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink;
Oh, 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
Thro’ much tribulation, must follow their Lord.
How bitter his cup no heart can conceive
That the wretched might hope, and the dying might live;
his way was much rougher and darker than mine,
Did Jesus thus suffer and shall I repine?
Welcome all that I meet, I am saved by his blood,
And trial is sweet, since it works for my good;
Tho' painful at present, ‘twill cease before long,
And then, Oh how pleasant the conqueror’ song!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Bible Refs:
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Is 12:2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 33 |
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