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!