Words: Franklin E. Belden
Music: Franklin E. Belden
O heart bowed down with sorrow!
O eyes that long for sight!
There’s gladness in believing;
In Jesus there is light.
Earth’s fleeting gain and pleasure
Can never satisfy:
‘Tis love our joy doth measure
For love can never die.
His peace is like a river,
His love is like a song;
His yoke’s a burden never;
‘Tis easy all day long.
Come unto me, all ye that labor
And are heavy laden and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn of me;
For I am meek and lowly in heart
And ye shall find rest unto your souls.