Our own weakness, and Christ our strength. <br /> <br />2 Cor. 12:7,9,10. <br /> <br />Let me but hear my Savior say, <br />"Strength shall be equal to thy day," <br />Then I rejoice in deep distress, <br />Leaning on all-sufficient grace. <br /> <br />I glory in infirmity, <br />That Christ's own power may rest on me: <br />When I am weak, then am I strong, <br />Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. <br /> <br />I can do all things, or can bear <br />All suff'rings, if my Lord be there; <br />Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, <br />While his left hand my head sustains. <br /> <br />But if the Lord be once withdrawn, <br />And we attempt the work alone, <br />When new temptations spring and rise, <br />We find how great our weakness is. <br /> <br />[So Samson, when his hair was lost, <br />Met the Philistines to his cost; <br />Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise, <br />Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-15/
