I cannot put it into words,
This daily cross of mine;
The longing that the cup might pass
No loved one can divine.
This daily cross of mine;
The longing that the cup might pass
No loved one can divine.
They cannot—yet, remember, soul,
That One there is who knows,
To Him lift up the heavy heart
Whene'er thy cup o'erflows.
That One there is who knows,
To Him lift up the heavy heart
Whene'er thy cup o'erflows.
The cross thy loved ones may not see
Thy Saviour longs to share;
His sympathy its weight can ease,
Oh, trust His tender care.
Thy Saviour longs to share;
His sympathy its weight can ease,
Oh, trust His tender care.
"He knows!" Oh! say it o'er and o'er;
When bravely borne, He knows!
Then, lift a smiling face to His,
Although thy cup o'erflows.
When bravely borne, He knows!
Then, lift a smiling face to His,
Although thy cup o'erflows.
THE GIFTS I SEEK
Give me, O Lord, the daily grace
With quiet mind to serve;
A trustful heart, a loyal love,
That I may never swerve.
With quiet mind to serve;
A trustful heart, a loyal love,
That I may never swerve.
Give me, O Lord, the inward peace
That follows sweet commune,
Till outward worries cease to chafe
A life in glad attune.
That follows sweet commune,
Till outward worries cease to chafe
A life in glad attune.
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