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,
The cross is not greater than His grace, The storm cannot hide His blessed face I am satisfied to know That with Jesus here below, I can conquer every foe.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. His will I have joy in fulfilling, As I'm walking in His sight : My all to the blood I am bringing, It alone can keep me right.