The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#228

228. Art thou weary, art thou languid

1 Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distressed?
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 my portion here?
Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear.

5 If I still hold closely to him,
What hath he at last?
Sorrow vanquished, 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Art thou weary, art thou languid
• Translator: John Mason Neale (1818-66)
• Author: Stephen the Sabaite (725-94)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: The gospel: Invitation

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