His yoke is easy

The world deceives me; it offers peace and joy and rest,
But ever leaves me with hungry heart and second best;
I came to Jesus, and there I found it all I'd missed!

My soul was thirsty; I hewed me broken cisterns vain;
My heart was fainting; but all I found was failures' pain
Till I met Jesus, who watered me with Heaven's rain.

For songs in nighttime, for joy in pain and help in need,
My Saviour hears me, forgives my sins and guides my deeds;
I love to serve Him, and so I follow where He leads.

My life was empty of all that's good and true and clean;
Until I met Him, no peace my wicked heart had seen;
But all the earth's tempests stirr'd up its sea of mire unclean.

A slave to Jesus, oh gladly would I ever be;
His labor joyful, reproach for Him is sweet to me;
Ten thousand blessings repay all pain I'll ever see.

His yoke is easy, His burden light;
His way is happy and always bright.
In this world's midnight, He is my light.
His yoke is easy, His burden light.

John R. Rice