232    104th     John Newton
“I will trust, and not be afraid.” Isa. 12. 2

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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?

5 [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.

6 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 Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine?]

7 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 O how pleasant the conqueror’s song!