The cross before the crown

1 Our light af­flict­ions, which a mo­ment last,
Oft bring the joys of fu­ture glo­ry down;
They pro­mise give of life, when time is past,
They bid us wait—the cross be­fore the crown.

2 O’er qui­et seas we sail not to our rest;
The skies above us oft with tem­pests frown,
Yet they who suf­fer with their Lord are blest;
He bore the cross be­fore He wore the crown.

3 What though the rough winds shake thy fra­gile bark,
And many wa­ters threat­en thee to drown,
God speaks to thee in voice of mer­cy–hark!
Trust thou in Him–the cross be­fore the crown.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16140

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