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!