They that trust in the Lord are secure, Tho' the storm rages dark o'er the sea; For this anchor of promise is sure- "My grace is sufficient for thee"

What a boon to the pilgrim opprest, What a balm such a promise must be! To the laden ones seeking for rest, "My grace is sufficient for thee."

In the race for the prize, fainting soul, Though a weary you bow down the knee, Rise again, and press on to the goal; "My grace is sufficient for thee."

Neither trial nor doubt brings dismay, Nor from dangers that come will I feel, For I stand on this promise today "My grace is sufficient for thee."