Verse 1

Are you weary, are you languid, are you sore distress'd? Come to me, says One, and, coming, be at rest.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Is there diadem, as Monarch, that his brow adorns? Yes, a crown, in very surety, but of thorns.

Verse 4

If I find him, if I follow, what his promise here? Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear.

Verse 5

If I still hold closely to him, what has 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, foll'wing, keeping, struggling, is he sure to bless? Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs answer yes.