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.

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 I have joy in fulfilling

As I’m walking in His sight;

My trials more blessings are bringing

Christ in them is my delight.