Begone Unbelief

Begone, unbelief, my Savior is near
And for my relief, he surely appeared
Though with doubt I wrestle, I will fear no harm
With Christ in the vessel, I can face the storm
Though dark be my way, he is my guide
'Tis mine to obey, and his to provide

Though cisterns be broken and creatures all fail
The word he has spoken will surely prevail
He breathes o'er my sorrow, and he holds me in his sight
And through the night, he bids me on, he calls me home

So I press on to that place
Where faith unshaken dwells
Here in the arms of your grace my sorrow is held
Yet You press me further still
Content not with the shallows
You bid me to deeper wells
And out of the shadows
Though dark be my way, you are my guide
So I will obey, and trust you will provide

At time I confess I'm like a child in the night
Haunted by shadows that oppress on every side
Yet you heard my cry, and entered the darkness
So through the night, your guiding light will lead me home

So I will not retreat, Christ is my reward
This darkness will flee, this battle is the Lord's
Though painful at present, It will cease before long
And then O how pleasant The conqueror's song!
And all through the way, you have been our guide
We will obey, and walk through valleys wide

Death has been broken, its power has failed
The morn is awoken and Christ has prevailed
He entered the darkness and broke through the night
And with his light he bids us on, he calls us home
And with his light he bids us on, he leads us home