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Ho! ye by sin and woe oppressed,
Jesus invites with love divine;
Come and enjoy a holy rest,
Rest from your sorrow and your sin.
While passion rages like a storm,
And pride is restless as the wind;
Would ye have peace, to him conform,
And learn his meek and lowly mind.
Blest is the man whose shoulders take
His yoke, and bear it with delight;
His yoke is easy to the neck,
His service sweet, his burden light.
Lord, make them come at thy command,
Trust to thy cross alone for rest;
Submit to thy Almighty hand,
Receive thy yoke and so be blest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28-30;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 227 |
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