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.

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.

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.

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.

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