Are you weary, are you languid, are you so distressed?
“Come to Me!” the Savior beckons—“I will give you rest!”
Has He marks to lead me to Him if He be my Guide?
Touch the wound-prints on His hands and on His feet and side.
If I follow in His footsteps, where will that way lead?
“Vanquished sorrows, ended trials; death’s cold shackles—freed!”
If I ask Him to receive me, will He hold me fast?
“Faster than He holds the heavens—this day to the last!"
Through this pilgrimage of toil, is He Sabbath rest?
Hear the song of saints and angels, singing ever, “Yes!”