No. 117
[BE GONE UNBELIEF], OL 187
Pentatonic, mode 2 (I — 3 IV V — 7)
Be gone unbelief, my Savior 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.
Tho’ dark be my way, since He is my guide,
’Tis mine to obey, ’Tis His to provide;
Tho’ cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,