Art thou weary, art thou languid?
Words: John Mason Neale, 1862
Tune: Cuttle Mills
Art thou weary, art thou languid,
art thou sore distressed?
"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming,
be at rest. "
Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
if He be my guide?
In His feet and hands are wound prints
and His side.
Is there diadem, as monarch,
that His brow adorns?
Yes, a crown in very surety,
but of thorns.
If I find Him, if I follow,
what His guerdon here?
Many a sorrow, many a labor,
many a tear.
If I still hold closely to Him,
what hath He at last?
Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
If I ask Him to receive me,
will He say me nay?
Not till earth and not till heaven
Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
is He sure to bless?
Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs,