3.  Come To Me

1
Ah! my heart is heavy laden,
Weary and oppressed.
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
Is there diadem, as monarch,
That his brow adorns?
Yes, a crown in very surety,
But of thorns!

4
If I find him, if I follow,
What’s my portion here?
Many a sorrow, many a conflict,
Many a tear.

5
If I still hold closely to him,
What have I 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!