Taylor, Hudson, I longed to be.
His work, the weight, I sought for me.
A heavy yoke, I wore; not free,
Until I saw his rest in Thee.
He let you carry his every care.
He didn't bear his work or share.
You spoke to him, as do you me;
Our work is Yours, and we are free:
"Carry not a single care;
Your work is not yours to bear.
The work and all that comes is mine;
Work for Me and rest is thine."
