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 bless??d 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. Refrain 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. Refrain 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. Refrain