The cross that He gave may be heavy,
But it ne¡¦er
outweighs His grace;
The storm that I feared may surround me,
But it ne¡¦er excludes His face.
Refrain
The cross is not greater than His grace,
The storm cannot hide His blessèd face;
I am satisfied to
know
That with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.
The thorns in my path are not sharper
Than composed His
crown for me;
The cup that I drink not more bitter
Than He
drank in Gethsemane.
Refrain
The light of His love shineth brighter,
As it falls on
paths of woe;
The toil of my work groweth lighter,
As I
stoop to raise the low.
Refrain
His will have I joy in fulfilling,
As I¡¦m walking in His
sight;
My all to the blood I am bringing,
It alone can
keep me right.
Refrain
