Cross That He Gave May Be Heavy, The

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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