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Why do ye walk as the oxen must go?
Yoked with a burden of sorrow and woe?
Come rest your shoulder, relief is in sight,
For my yoke is easy, my burden is light.
Many a sinner has shown by his cause,
Wickedness never as happiness was.
Many a sinner, now straightened aright,
Saith my yoke is easy, my burden is light.
Satan desireth ye make him your lord,
Binding with shackle and strong flaxen cord,
Turning away in the depth of your plight,
But my yoke is easy, my burden is light.
Come find the joy serving Christ, your true King.
Come find the peace that His gospel will bring.
Come find the freedom in choosing the right.
Yea, my yoke is easy, my burden is light.