In life's early morning, when cloudless the day,
She heard then the voice of the kind Master say:
“O take me, dear heart, thy companion to be,
And thus shalt thou find a sweet refuge in me.
“My grace is sufficient for thee, trusting one,
Sufficient for thee, till thy journey is done.
In me thou shalt find an abundant supply,
My love and protection shall ever be nigh.”
She listened in youth to that voice from above,
And gave to her Saviour her heart’s purest love,
O’er all her life’s pathway her Pilot and Guide,
Determined to follow, whatever betide.
When billows of sorrow swept over her way,
He then was her comfort, her strength, and her stay.
She heard his sweet promise, “Now cling close to me,
And doubt not. My grace is sufficient for thee.”
When to the dark valley of death she drew near,
O list to the sweet words that fell on our ear:
“Unworthy and sinful my heart though it be,
He whispers, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’”
O beautiful promise he gives to his own,
To all his dear children who kneel at his throne,
Through all of life’s pathway thy comfort shall be,
“My grace is forever sufficient for thee.”