1 Are you weary, are you languid,
are you sore distress'd?
"Come to me," says One, "and, coming,
be at rest."
2 Has 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?
"Yes, a crown, in very surety,
but of thorns."
4 If I find him, if I follow,
what his promise here?
"Many a sorrow, many a labor,
many a tear."
5 If I still hold closely to him,
what has he at last?
"Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
6 If I ask him to receive me,
will he say me nay?
"Not till earth and not till heaven
7 Finding, foll'wing, keeping, struggling,
is he sure to bless?
"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs
Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #477
|First Line:||Art thou weary, art thou languid|
|Greek Title:||Κοπον τε και καματον|
|Translator:||J. M. Neale (1862)|
|Author:||St. Stephen of Mar Sabas|