Lyrics:

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, 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 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 leads us home


lyrics and music by Chelsea Hamshaw