The Cross Is Not Greater

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 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.

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.