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.
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  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.
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  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.
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.