Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distrest?
“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.”
Hath He 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 labour,
Many a tear.”
If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?
“Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay?
“Not till earth, and not till Heav’n
Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?
“Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins,
St. Stephen the Sabaite (725–796) Palestine
Translated by J. M. Neale
guerdon - a reward or recompense
Source: Hymns of the Christian Church. Vol. XLV, Part 2. The Harvard Classics. P.F. Collier & Son, 1909–14; available from Bartleby.com