it’s the cross that makes the triumph

a glorious thing to share,

it’s the sweet behind the bitter

makes the burden light to bear.

it’s the shine past all the raining

of the heart-break and the tear,

it’s the faith in dim tomorrow’s

clears the mist from yesteryears.

so i’ll take my shine and shower

the bitter with the sweet,

and i’ll make a friend of sorrow

every time we chance to meet.

give me triumph with disaster

and my share of gain and loss

and i’ll not be asking angels

for a sweeter, gentler cross.