Come Unto Me.

ART thou weary? Art thou languid?

Art thou sore distressed?

"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 a diadem as monarch,

That his brow adorns?

"Yes, a crown, in very surety,

But of thorns."

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!"