Begone, unbelief! my savior is near,
And for my relief will surely appear:
His way was much rougher and darker than mine:
Did jesus then suffer, and shall I repine?

Though dark be my way, since he is my guide,
'tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide:
Experience hath taught me on him to repose,
Who thus far hath brought me secure from my foes.

Why should I complain, when sorrows oppress,
Temptation, or pain, or want, or distress?
The heirs of salvation, I know from his word,
Through much tribulation must follow their lord.

The promise secure through ages hath stood,
That all we endure shall work for our good:
Though painful at present the path may be found,
It leads where, incessant, true pleasures abound.