Oppressed with unbelief and sin, <br />Fightings without, and fears within; <br />While earth and hell, with force combined, <br />Assault and terrify my mind. <br /> <br />What strength have I against such foes, <br />Such hosts and legions to oppose? <br />Alas! I tremble, faint, and fall, <br />Lord save me, or I give up all. <br /> <br />Thus sorely pressed I sought the Lord, <br />To give me some sweet cheering word; <br />Again I sought, and yet again, <br />I waited long, but not in vain. <br /> <br />O! 'twas a cheering word indeed! <br />Exactly suited to my need; <br />Sufficient for thee is my grace, <br />Thy weakness my great pow'r displays. <br /> <br />Now despond and mourn no more, <br />I welcome all I feared before; <br />Though weak I'm strong, though troubled blest, <br />For Christ's own pow'r shall on me rest. <br /> <br />My grace would soon exhausted be, <br />But his is boundless as the sea; <br />Then let me boast with holy Paul, <br />That I am nothing, Christ is all.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grace-is-sufficient-for-thee/
