There is no sorrow, Lord, too light
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.
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.
3. There is no secret sigh we breathe
But meets Thine ear divine;
And every cross grows light beneath
The shadow, Lord, of Thine.
4. Lifeís ills without, sinís strife within,
The heart would overflow,
But for that love which died for sin,
That love which wept with woe.