That Gentle Yoke

I come, O Lord, with heavy burden,
My labor leaves me tired;
Please give me rest, your gracious pardon,
That gentle yoke desired.

I take upon myself your load,
To carry it all the way;
To walk with you upon the road,
And hear the words you say.

What joy is this! What pleasure pure
To know the Only Son!
To find in him eternal cure
And with my sin be done.

How blessed upon his Word to dwell,
His fellowship is sweet;
All things our Jesus Christ does well,
In him is life complete.

Say amen. Ask for prayers. Give thanks.