11. Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid

Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid

Translator: John Mason Neale

Tune: STEPHANOS, by Henry W. Baker
(Melody)

1. Art thou weary, art thou languid,  

    Art thou sore distrest?  

    “Come to Me,” saith One, “and coming  

    Be at rest!”  

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.”  

3. Hath He diadem as Monarch  

    That His Brow adorns?  

    “Yea, a Crown, in very surety,  

    But of thorns.”     

4. If I find Him, if I follow,  

    What His guerdon here?  

    “Many a sorrow, many a labour,  

    Many a tear.”  

5. If I still hold closely to Him,  

    What hath He at last?  

    “Sorrow vanquish’d, labour ended,  

    Jordan past.”  

6. If I ask Him to receive me,  

    Will He say me nay?  

    “Not till earth, and not till Heaven  

    Pass away.”     

7. Finding, following, keeping, struggling,  

    Is He sure to bless?  

    “Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins,  

    Answer, Yes!”