There is no sorrow, Lord, too light
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There is no sorrow, Lord, too lightTo bring in prayer to thee;There is no anxious care too slightTo wake thy sympathy.
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Thou who hast trod the thorny roadWilt share each small distress;The love which bore the greater loadWill not refuse the less.
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There is no secret sigh we breatheBut meets thine ear divine,And every cross grows light beneathThe shadow, Lord, of thine.
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Life's ills without, sin's strife within,The heart would overflow,But for that love which died for sin,That love which wept with woe.