Art thou weary, art thou languid,

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CGS No.: 
217

Verse 1
Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distressed?
Come to Me, saith One, and, coming,
Be at rest!

Verse 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.

Verse 3
Hath He diadem as Monarch
That He brow adorns?
Yea, a crown very surety,
But of thorns!

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

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

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

Verse 7
Finding, following, keeping, struggling
Is He sure to bless?
Saints, apostles, prophets, martys,
Answer: Yes!