1 Let me but hear my Saviour say,
"Strength shall be equal to thy day;"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficeint grace.
2 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me;
Grace is my shield and Christ my song.
3 I can do all things, or can bear
All suff'rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.
4 But if the lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations spring and rise,
We find how great our weakness is.
5 So Sampson, when his hair was lost,
Met the Philistines to his cast;
Shook his vain limbs with sad surprise,
Made feeble fight, and lost his eyes.
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First Line: | Let me but hear my Saviour say |
Title: | Our own weakness, and Christ our strength |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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