I 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 IIim,
If IIe be my Guide?
" In IIis 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,
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7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? " Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins,
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4 If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here? Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear."
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I AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh, in what divers pains they met! Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more' tis eventide, and we, Oppressed with various ills, draw near: What if Thy Form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here. 30 Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had;
5 If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past.'
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6 If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay?
" Not till earth, and not till Heaven Pass away."
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4 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in Thee;
7 Thy Touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; Ilear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all. Amen.
5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they, who fain would serve Thee best, Are conscious most of wrong within.
6 0 Saviour Christ! Thou too art Man: Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide;