He Giveth More Grace
He giveth more grace
when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength
when the labors increase;
To added affliction,
He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials,
His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limits,
His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
Is the midnight closing round you?
Are the shadows dark and long?
Ask Him to come close beside you,
And He’ll give you a new, sweet song.
He’ll give it and sing it with you;
And when weakness lets it down,
He’ll take up the broken cadence,
And blend it with His own.
And many a rapturous minstrel
Among those sons of light,
Will say of His sweetest music
“I learned it in the night.”
And many a rolling anthem
That fills the Father’s home,
Sobbed out its first rehearsal
In the shade of a darkened room.
