HYMN VII. Christ our strength. 2 Cor XII.7, 9, 10

Oh, let me hear my Saviour say, Thy strength be equal to thy day, Then I'll rejoice in deep distress, And trust secure his sovereign grace.

My weakness shall my glory prove, That power may aid me from above; When flesh is weak, my soul is strong; Be grace my shield and Christ my song.

All things I do, all sufferings bear, While God, my strength is with me here; But, he withdrawn, temptations reign, And pains and weakness rise again.

So Sampson, when his locks were lost, First bow'd beneath Philistia's host; Shook his vain limbs with sore surprise, Made feeble sight, and lost his eyes.