How Gentle God’s Commands

How gen­tle God’s com­mands!

How kind His pre­cepts are!

Come

cast your bur­dens on the Lord

And trust His con­stant care.

While Pro­vi­dence supports

Let saints se­cure­ly dwell;

That hand

which bears all na­ture up

Shall guide His child­ren well.

Why should this anx­ious load

Press down your wea­ry mind?

Haste to your Heav’nly Fa­ther’s throne

And sweet re­fresh­ment find.

His good­ness stands ap­proved

Down to the pre­sent day;

I’ll drop my bur­den at His feet

And bear a song away.