LET me but hear my Saviour say,

I glory in infirmity, That Christ’s own power may rest on me; When I am weak, then am I strong, Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

But if the Lord be once withdrawn, And we attempt the work alone, When new temptations spring and rise, We find how great our weakness is.

I can do all things, or can bear All sufferings, if my Lord be there: Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While His kind hand my soul sustains.