MY CROSS | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 20, 1876

FromThe Review and Herald, Review and Herald, Vol. 47, No. 16.

MY CROSS.

It is not heavy, agonizing woe, Bearing me down with hopeless, crushing weight; No ray of comfort in the gathering gloom, A heart bereaved—a household desolate.

It is not sickness with her withering hand, Keeping me low upon a couch of pain; Longing each morning for the weary night; At night, for weary day to come again.

It is not slander, with her evil tongue; 'Tis no presumptuous sin against my God; Not reputation lost, or friends betrayed, That such is not my cross I thank my God.

Mine is a daily cross of petty cares, Of little duties pressing on my heart, Of little troubles hard to reconcile, Of inward struggles—overcome in part.

My feet are weary in their daily round, My heart is weary of its daily care, My sinful nature often doth rebel; I pray for grace my daily cross to bear.

It is not heavy, Lord, yet oft I pine; It is not heavy, but ’tis everywhere. By day and night each hour my cross I bear; I dare not lay it down—thou keep’st it there.

I dare not lay it down. I only ask That, taking up my daily cross, I may Follow my Master humbly, step by step, Through clouds and darkness, unto perfect day.