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The cross that He gave may be heavy,
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| 1. | 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. |
| 2. | 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 at Gethsemane. |
| 3. | 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. |
| 4. | 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. |