1 Oppressed with unbelief and sin,
Fightings without, and fears within;
While earth and hell, with force combined,
Disturbed and terrified my mind:
2 Thus sorely pressed, I sought the Lord,
To give me some sweet cheering word;
Again I sought, and yet again,
I waited long, but not in vain.
3 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed1
Exactly suited to my need;
"Sufficient for thee is my grace,
Thy weakness my great power displays."
4 Now I despond and mourn no more,
I welcome all I feared before;
Though weak, I'm strong; tho' troubled blest;
For Christ's own power shall on me rest.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799