My Grace Is Sufficient for Thee (Baker)

The Seer came back from para­dise

To earth with its sor­row and pain;

There float­ed to him from re­ful­gent skies

The words of this glad re­frain:

My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee;

My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee;

For My strength is made per­fect in weak­ness;

My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee.

Alone in the hush of the si­lent night

Alone with my pray­er and pain;

Came sing­ing to me

with the morn­ing light

The peace of this sweet re­frain:

Like thorns in the crown that the Sav­ior wore

Come our thorns in the flesh again;

He whis­pers to each that mes­sage of yore

The joy of this same re­frain: