"Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear.
His love in time past forbids me to think
He’ll leave me at last in trouble to sink.
Since all that I meet shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, the medicine food;
Though painful at present, ‘twill cease before long,
And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror’s song!"

- John Newton