My Grace Is Sufficient for Thee (Fleet)

I sat in the deep­en­ing twi­light

With faith that was weak and dim;

The dear Sav­ior stood be­side me

But I had no thought of Him.

My spir­it was wea­ry of sin­ning

But blind­ed

my eyes could not see

The love of my sor­row­ing Sav­ior

E’en then so near to me.

While think­ing o’er all of the sor­rows

Transgressions per­formed each day

How often I wan­dered and strayed from

The straight and nar­row way

I moaned

O can I be His child—

His child? I wea­ri­ly cried;

Then un­to my sad and lone­ly heart

The Sav­ior sweet­ly re­plied:

My child

thy strength can­not con­quer

The daily al­lures of sin;

’Tis on­ly My grace that can help thee

Life’s vic­t’ries to brave­ly win.

Trust not in thy­self

weak and help­less

And long­ing from sin to be free

But look up

My child

and re­mem­ber

My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee.

Then turned I away from the dark­ness

Full la­den with faith and cheer;

If on­ly I’d known thro’ that sad day

The dear Sav­ior ev­er was near;

And now

when my spir­it grows wea­ry

And thick

hea­vy mists there may be

The lov­ing and beau­ti­ful words I’ll hear:

My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee.