STILL in the school of suffering, Lord,
I’d live upon Thy precious word;
And Thou hast said, to comfort me,
My grace sufficient is for thee.
When constant weakness makes me sigh,
Do thou regard my feeble cry,
And keep me from hard thoughts of thee,
Whose grace sufficient is for me.
When Satan, with malicious art,
Would act upon my foolish heart,
Apply this truth, that he may flee:
My grace sufficient is for thee.
When flesh and blood would weary grow,
Of daily sorrows here below:
Oh keep me calm and stayed on thee,
Whose grace sufficient is for me.
And though to sight and sense my way
More gloomy may become each day,
Impart all needful strength to me,
And let thy grace sufficient be.
And soon the happy day shall come
When I shall reach my heavenly home
Forever, Lord, to be with thee,
Whose grace, all through, sufficed for me.