8.5.8.3
Stephanos:
Henry W. Baker, 1868
John M. Neale, 1862
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.|
Is there 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 labor,
Many a tear.|
If I still hold closely to him,
What hath he at last?
|Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
Jordan past.|
If I ask him to receive me,
Will he say me nay?
|Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away.|
Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is he sure to bless?
Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins,
Answer, |Yes.|