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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 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 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 light of His love shineth brighter, As it falls on paths of woe, The toll 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 every foe.
His will I have have 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 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.