First Line: The cross that He gave may be heavy,

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.