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.