The cross that He gave may be heavy

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
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