Scripture Verse

We have not a high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities. Hebrews 4:15


Words: Jane F. Crewd­son, A Lit­tle While, and Oth­er Po­ems (Man­ches­ter, Eng­land: cir­ca 1860).

Music: Ho­ly Tri­ni­ty Jo­seph Barn­by, 1861 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Crewd­son (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Joseph Barnby (1838–1896)


There is no sor­row, Lord, too light
To bring in pray­er to Thee;
There is no anx­ious care too slight
To wake Thy sym­pa­thy.

Thou, who hast trod the thor­ny road,
Wilt share each small dis­tress;
The love, which bore the great­er load,
Will not re­fuse the less.

There is no sec­ret sigh we breathe,
But meets Thine ear di­vine;
And ev­ery cross grows light be­neath
The sha­dow, Lord, of Thine.

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.