Christ Is Mine

I have enough

for Christ is mine—

A friend that fail­eth nev­er;

All earth­ly love may fade and die

But His abid­eth ev­er.

With all I need from day to day

He gra­cious­ly pro­vides me

And on life’s steep and stor­my road

He gently leads and guides me.

I have enough

for Christ is mine;

How ten­der­ly He car­eth!

I bring Him ev­ery an­xious thought

Each joy and grief He shar­eth.

When storms arise and foes en­snare

And Sa­tan would en­slave me

I know that naught shall bring me harm

The Lord is strong to save me.

I have enough

for Christ is mine—

A bless­ing with­out mea­sure;

Naught can in Heav’n or earth com­pare

With Him

my great­est trea­sure.

When all around is dark and drear

He is at hand to cheer me;

His ev­er­last­ing arms em­brace;

He whis­pers

I am near thee!

I have enough

yet not enough

Until I cross the riv­er

And see my king

my glo­ri­ous king

And dwell with Him for­ev­er.

But soon I’ll reach the promised land

Where naught from Christ can sev­er;

Then I shall see Him as He is—

’Twill be enough for ev­er!