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


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.