Christ's Sympathy

Verse 1

There is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in pray'r 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 ev'ry cross grows light beneath The shadow, Lord, of thine.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Amen.