"MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR THEE."
By E. O. Lamson
To these sweet words, lone Christian, list,
When doubts and fears disturb thy mind;
When faith scarce penetrates the mist
List to these words—a balm here find.
When by temptation sorely tried,
When hope has well nigh ceased to be,
This promise bids thy fears subside,
"Sufficient is my grace for thee." When weary with the cares of life,
When sad and lonely thou dost feel,
When "weary of this world's rude strife,"
When earth hath not a balm to heal,
Then, in these words of Christ confide,
To them for aid and comfort flee,
This promise, sure doth firm abide,
"Sufficient is my grace for thee." When death hath from thy bosom torn
Long cherished friends and loved ones dear,
Then to the tomb in triumph borne,
And for them falls the briny tear,
Think then how Christ was crucified,
Extended on the rugged tree,
Think of the words of Him who died,
"Sufficient is my grace for thee." When friends once dear treat thee with scorn,
When kindred hearts in need forsake,
When bosom sins cause thee to mourn—
Afflictions sore thou dost partake,
Remember, who in Christ abide,
In sorest need, to him may flee,
And in this promise safe confide,
"Sufficient is my grace for thee."
E. O. LAMSON.
Clarkson, N. Y.