Sufficient Grace

My Grace Is Sufficient For Thee

Oppressed 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 pressed, 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 pow'r displays.'

Now I despond and mourn no more,

I welcome all I feared before;

Though weak, I'm strong; though troubled, blest;

For Christ's own pow'r 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."

- John Newton