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. O! 'twas a cheering word indeed! Exactly suited to my need; Sufficient for thee is my grace, Thy weakness my great pow'r displays. Now 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.