I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace,
Upon the King�s highway, with peaceful, shining face;
Temptations sore beset him, but nothing could afright;
He said, �The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.�Refrain
Then palms of victory, crowns of glory,
Palms of victory I shall wear.
His helmet was salvation, a simple faith his shield,
And righteousness his breastplate, the spirit�s sword he�d wield.
All fiery darts arrested, and quenched their blazing flight;
He cried �The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.�
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I saw him in the furnace; he doubted not, nor feared,
And in the flames beside him, the Son of God appeared;
Though seven times �twas heated, with all the tempter�s might,
He cried, �The yoke is easy, the burden, it is light.�
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�Mid storms, and clouds, and trials, in prison, at the stake,
He leaped for joy, rejoicing, �twas all for Jesus� sake;
That God should count him worthy, was such supreme delight,
He cried, �The yoke is easy, the burden, is so light.�
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I saw him overcoming, through all the swelling strife,
Until he crossed the threshold of God�s eternal life;
The crown, the throne, the scepter, the name, the stone so white,
Were his, who found, in Jesus, the yoke and burden light.
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