The Cross Is Not Greater

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 ev'ry 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 Gethsemane.

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 ev'ry foe.

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.

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 ev'ry foe.