- 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,
Jordan pass’d.
- If I ask Him to receive me,
Will he say me nay?
“Not till earth and not till heaven pass away.
- Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?
“Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, answer, yes.” Amin.