Classic Poem

What paradox is this that there should be
Weakness and strength at the same time in me?
A paradox to nature, not to grace,
Where without contradiction both have place;
When I am weak in body, then I find
That I am strong i'th' vertues of the mind;
And when I am brought by affliction low,
Then I in spiritual comforts high do grow,
When of myself I cannot go nor stand,
Yet I supported by God's heavenly hand
Can safely travel through a world of wo,
Yea, through the valley of death's shadow go
And fear no ill; walk through a sea of troubles,
Yet never sink, counting the waves but bubbles,
Which my faith blowes away; my hope doth sound
The greatest depths, and even touch the ground:
When I am ready to be swallowed by
Death's greedy jawes, faith sets me up on high
Like Moses on Mount Pisgah, whence I can
Behold a better land of Canaan;
And enter too, where I with joy shall see
His glories in a blest eternity.
If so much strength to weakness doth belong,
Lord make me weak that Thou maist make me strong.