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:

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:

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:

Refrain