Beautiful Gems

The Cross That He Gave

The Cross that He gave may be heavy,
But it never outweighs His grace;
The storm that I feared may surround me,
But it never 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 Gethsemene.

The light of His love shineth brighter,
As it falls on paths of woe;
The toil of my work groweth lighter
As I stood to raise the low.

His will I have joy in fulfilling,
As I’m walking in His sight;
My all to the blood I’m bringing,
It alone can keep me right.