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 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 his guerdon here?
"Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear."

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