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Come take my yoke the Saviour said To follow me




Come, take my yoke, the Saviour said,
To follow me, be not afraid;
For I in heart am lowly meek,
And offer you the rest you seek.


The yoke of pleasure may allure,
And promise bliss that will endure;
But when it has thy youth despoiled,
‘Twill cast thee off as garment soiled.


Take not on thee the yoke of wealth;
‘Twill eat thy soul, destroy thy health,
And make thee feel how cheap the cost,
If worlds could buy the peace it lost.


Ambition, too, its yoke displays,
And hangs out its perennial bays:
Be not, poor soul, by it misled;
I offer thee a crown instead.


Then take my yoke—’tis soft and light,
‘Twill ne’er disturb thy rest at night:
But guide thee to that world above,
Where no restraint is known but love.

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Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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      2005# 225
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      Name: ALL SAINTS
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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