The Cross That He Gave

1The cross that He gave may be heavy,
But it ne'er outweighs His grace;
The storm that I fear may surround me,
But it ne'er excludes His face.

RefrainThe 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 ev'ry foe.

2The 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.

3The 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.

4His 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.