Let me but hear my Savior say,
‘Strength shall be equal to thy day,’
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
I can do all things, or can bear
All suff’rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While He my sinking head sustains.
I glory in infirmity,
That Christ’s own pow’r may rest on me:
When I am weak, then am I strong,
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.