(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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 lad me to Him, If He be my Guide?
“In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.”
3
Is there diadem, as Monarch, That His brow adorns?
“Yea, a crown, in very surety, But of thorns.”
4
If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last?
“Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan passed.”
5
If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay?
“Not till earth and not till heaven Pass away.”
6
Finding, foll’wing keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless?
Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs Answer, “Yes.”
At The Rainbow 