When, sin-stricken, burdened, and weary,
From bondage, I longed to be free,
There came to my heart the sweet message:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."
Though tempted and sadly discouraged,
My soul to this refuge will flee,
And rest in the blessed assurance:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."
My bark may be tossed by the tempest
That sweeps o'er the turbulent sea—
A rainbow illumines the darkness:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."
O Lord, I would press on with courage,
Though rugged the pathway may be,
Sustained and upheld by the promise:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."
Soon, soon will the warfare be over,
My Lord face to face I shall see,
And prove, as I dwell in His presence:
His grace was sufficient for me.