The Cross Is Not Greater Ballington Booth, pub.1892 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Trials, Grace, Victory Scripture: Mark 8:34; Romans 5:17 The Cross Is Not Greater [.xml] Ballington Booth, pub.1892 copyright status is Public Domain Key: E♭ Meter: 9.7.9.7.9.9.7.7.7 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid] audio recording [.mp3] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. 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.

The Cross Is Not Greater

The Cross Is Not Greater [.xml]

Key: E♭

Meter: 9.7.9.7.9.9.7.7.7

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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.