Servant of God, and can it be

Servant of God, and can it be
That such a soul as thine
Could ever for sin's slavery
Thy Master's house resign;
Choose present pleasure here, instead
Of joy which never dies;
And rather sleep amid the dead,
Than with the living rise?

God pays His people with His peace,
Sustains them with His grace,
Makes all their sins and sorrows cease,
And bids them seek His face;
Vouchsafes them guidance here in life,
And, when their work is done,
Beyond all struggle and all strife
A place beside the throne.

O! what a service of delight
Which Jesus stoops to share,
The yoke how easy, and how light
The burden we must bear!
Who that hath such a Master loved,
And such a God adored,
Could e'er by earth or sin be moved
To call another Lord!