First Line: Art thou weary ? art thou languid,

Art thou weary ? art thou languid ?
Art thou sore distrest ?
Come to Me, saith One; and coming,
Be at rest !

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my guide ?
In His feet and hands are wound-prints,
And His side.

3 Is there diadem as Monarch
That His brow adorns ?
Yea, a crown, in very surety,
But of thorns.

4 If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here ?
“Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear.

5 If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last ?
Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
Jordan passed.

6 If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay ?
Not till earth, and not till heaven,
Pass away.

7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling
Is He sure to bless ?
“Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs,
Answer--- Yes !