Art thou weary, art thou languid,
translated by John Mason Neale · by Stephen of Mar Saba
Representative text
As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 341 — the newest hymnal carrying it.
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
Is there diadem, as monarch, That His brow adorns? "Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns."
Verse 4
If I find Him, if I follow, What my portion here? "Many a sorrow, many a labor, Many a tear."
Verse 5
If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan passed. "
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, martyrs, Answer, Yes."