There Is No Sorrow, Lord, Too Light
Verse 1
There is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in prayer to Thee; There is no anxious care too slight To wake Thy sympathy.
Verse 2
Thou, who hast trod the thorny road, Wilt share each small distress; The love, which bore the greater load, Will not refuse the less.
Verse 3
There is no secret sigh we breathe, But meets Thine ear divine; And every cross grows light beneath The shadow, Lord, of Thine.
Verse 4
Lifes ills without, sins strife within, The heart would overflow, But for that love which died for sin, That love which wept with woe.
