When weary with toiling and ready to faint,
I will tell it to Jesus my Lord;
He never refuses to hear my complaint,
I will tell it to Jesus my Lord.
I’ll cheerfully bear it,
When I’ve Jesus to share it,
His yoke it is easy, His burden is light,
When life becomes dreary,
And I’m footsore and weary,
I will tell it to Jesus my Lord.