My Grace Is Sufficient by Milton C. Wilcox

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 5, 1910

“My Grace Is Sufficient”

By Milton C. Wilcox

M. C. WILCOX

Thy grace sufficient is, my Lord, Whate’er betide, ’Tis written in thy Holy Word, ’Twill e’er abide. Though heritage of ages past Of sin and crime, like mountains vast, Their baleful shadows o’er me cast, In thee I hide.

Though I have followed in the hire Of sin and crime, Though I have wallowed in the mire With filth and grime, Thy Word still stands, and stand it will Till years the centuries fulfil; God’s promise faileth not until There’s no more time.

Thy grace sufficient pays the debt, I say it now, I say it when defeat has set Heel on my brow. Though passion’s power is o’er me thrown, Though sin’s fierce blast is through me blown, Though love and hope seem ever flown,— I say it now.

Sufficient is for me thy grace Though others fail, And heap great wrongs, or smite my face, And ’gainst me rail. I need not fail, I need not fall, He bore my sins, he bore them all; His grace surrounds me like a wall, I need not quail.

So though I meet defeat, my Lord, I trust thee still; Faith shall not fail me in thy Word. Thou wilt fulfil Thy promise; potency of grace Shall change to pure the metal base, Out of the depths to see thy face, And learn thy will.

Thy grace sufficient is, my Lord, ’Tis mine to-night, ’Tis written in thy Holy Word, Thy Word of might. I hope in thee, thou canst not fail, Before my foes I shall not quail, In thy great grace I shall prevail, In love, in light.

Mountain View, Cal.