Hymn 148
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. Lifes ills without, sins strife within, The heart would overflow, But for that love which died for sin, That love which wept with woe.

Hymn 148 THE PCN New Haven, Enugu