"Come, cast your bur-dens on the Lord, And trust His constant care."
That hand, which bears all nature up, Shall guide His chil-dren well.
Haste to your heav'n-ly Fa-ther's throne, And sweet re- fresh- ing find.
I'll drop my bur - den at His feet, And bear a song a-way. A-men.

His head with ra-diant glo-ries crown'd,His lips with grace o'er-flow.
Fair - er is He than all the fair
He bore the shame-ful cross,

For me

That fill the heav'n-ly train.
And car-ried all my grief.

A-men.

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