The Cross is not Greater

1. 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 blessèd face;
I am satisfied to know, that with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.

2. The thorns in my path are not sharper
Than composed his crown for me;
The cup which I drink not more bitter
Than he drank in Gethsemane.

The cross is not greater than his grace,
The storm cannot hid e his blessèd face;
I am satisfied to know, that with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.

3. The scorn of my foes may be daring,
For they scoffed and mocked my God;
They’ll hate me for my holy living,
For they crucified my Lord.

The cross is not greater than his grace,
The storm cannot hid e his blessèd face;
I am satisfied to know, that with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.

4. The light of his love shines the brighter
As it falls on paths of woe;
The toil of my work will grow lighter
As I stoop to raise the low.

The cross is not greater than his grace,
The storm cannot hid e his blessèd face;
I am satisfied to know, that with Jesus here below,
I can conquer every foe.