My Portion and My Strength

When flesh is weak and courage thin,
And shadows crowd the door,
I rest upon the God who stays—
My strength for evermore.

When heart and hope together fail,
And fears like embers rise,
He lifts my chin to see His face—
A refuge for mine eyes.

He is my Portion when I lack,
My Bread when days are lean;
A well that will not run to dust,
A peace the world’s not seen.

He is my Rest when burdens press,
My Shepherd through the night;
The hand that steadies trembling steps,
The lamp that gives me light.

So let the cupboard echo bare,
Let plans and powers fall—
For Christ remains my dwelling-place,
My Strength, my Life, my All.

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