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.

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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.

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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.


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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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