1 Are you weary, are you languid,
Are you sore distress'd?
"Come to me," saith 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
|First Line:||Are you weary, are you languid|
|Title:||Are You Weary, Are You Languid|
|Author:||John Mason Neale (1862; alt.; Alt 1990, mod.)|
|Topic:||The Way of Salvation: The Free Offer of the Gospel; Conflict with Sin; Consolation(3 more...)|