I AM so weak, dear Lord! I cannot stand
One moment without Thee.
But Oh, the tenderness of Thine enfolding,
And Oh, the faithfulness of Thine upholding,
And Oh, the strength of Thy right hand!
That strength is enough for me.
I am so needy, Lord! But well I know
All fullness dwells in Thee;
And hour by hour that never-failing treasure
Supplies and fills in overflowing measure
My least, my greatest need. And so
Thy grace is enough for me.
It is so sweet to trust Thy word alone;
I do not ask to see
The unveiling of Thy purpose, or the shining
Of future light on mysteries entwining;
Thy promise-roll is all my own,—
Thy word is enough for me.
The human heart asks love. But now I know
That my heart hath from Thee
All real and full and marvellous affection,
So near, so human! Yet Divine perfection
Thrills gloriously the mighty glow!
Thy love is enough for me.
There were strange soul-depths, restless, vast and broad,
Unfathomed as the sea,—
An infinite craving for some infinite stilling;
But now Thy perfect peace is perfect filling;
Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God,
Thou, Thou art enough for me!
—Frances Ridley Havergal.