L. & S. No. 282 page 4 of NSOZ
But it ne'er outweighs His grace,
The storms that I feared may surround me,
But it ne'er excludes His face.
Cho.
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.
Than compose His crown for me,
The cup that I drink not more bitter
Than He drank in Gethsemane.
As it falls on paths of woe,
The toil of my work groweth lighter
As I stoop to raise the Low.
As I'm talking in His sight,
My all to the blood I am bringing,
It alone can keep me right.
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