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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. |