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.
Refrain: 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.
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.
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.
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.
Sources:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/c/i/n/cingreat.htm)