Sunday's Hymn: Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid?

Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distress’d?
“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?
“Yea, 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 passed.”

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.’”

 —John Mason Neale

Other hymns of worship songs for this Sunday:

• I Love to Sing of That Great Power at The Happy Wonderer