My Grace Is Sufficient for Thee

Oppress’d with unbelief and sin, Fightings without, and fears within, While earth and hell, with force combined. Assault and terrify my mind;

What strength have I against such foes, Such hosts and legions to oppose? Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall; Lord, save me, or I give up all.

Thus sorely press’d, I sought the Lord, To give me some sweet cheering word; Again I sought, and yet again; I waited long, but not in vain.

Oh! ’twas a cheering word indeed! Exactly suited to my need; “Sufficient for thee is my grace, Thy weakness my great power displays.”

Now I despond and mourn no more, I welcome all I fear’d before: Though weak, I’m strong, though troubled, blest, For Christ’s own power shall on me rest.

My grace would soon exhausted be, But his is boundless as the sea; Then let me boast with holy Paul, That I am nothing, Christ is all.