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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>ART THOU WEARY, ART THOU LANGUID?</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_neale_jm.jpg" alt="John Mason Neale (1818-1866)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="141.333333333333" height="201.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> St. Stephen of Mar Saba (Judea), 8th Century; translated from Greek to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_neale_jm.html" target="_blank">John Mason Neale</a> in <em>Hymns for the East</em><em>ern Church</em>, 1862. Neale gave it the unusual title “Idiomela, in the Week of the First Oblique Tone.” However, Neale later stated that these lyrics contained little of the original Greek version.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Stephanos,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_baker_hw.html" target="_blank">Henry Williams Baker</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stephano.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Some years ago, writes Mr. James A. Watson, of Blackburn, England, ‘I often visited one of our adult Sunday-school scholars who had just been brought to the knowledge of the Saviour…She heard a gospel of full and free salvation, embraced it, and gradually became a faith-filled, consistent Christian. She was laid low with a serious illness, but it was always a pleasure to visit her. On one occasion she told me that the evening before,
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when she had been left alone for the night, a cloud came over her spirit, the sense of loneliness grew upon her, and she seemed forsaken of God. All looked black, and she dreaded the long, lone night. This was a most unusual thing and she wondered why it should be so. Just then, in the quiet night, she heard steps on the flags of the foot-way. A man wearing the clogs of the factory operator was coming along, evidently returning late from some religious
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meeting. He was full of joy, for before he reached the house where my scholar was laying awake, he struck up in a joyful and loud song, ‘Art thou weary, art thou languid?’…The singer, an ‘angel in clogs,’ went on his way, singing aloud out of a full heart; but deep down into the heart of the lonely woman went the words, ‘Be at rest!’ Again she cast herself upon the Lord; the cloud parted, peace and rest filled her heart, and she
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doubted no more.”</p>
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<p><em>My Life and the Story of the Gospel Hymns</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Ira D. Sankey</a> (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: The Sunday School Times Company, 1907).</p>
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<p>This hymn was sung in the 1940 movie <em>Our Town</em>, which was nominated for several Academy Awards.</p>
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<p>Art thou weary, art thou languid,<br>
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Art thou sore distressed?<br>
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“Come to Me,” saith One, “and coming,<br>
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Be at rest.”</p>
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<p>Hath He marks to lead me to Him,<br>
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If He be my Guide?<br>
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In His feet and hands are wound prints<br>
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And His side.</p>
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<p>Hath He diadem, as monarch,<br>
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That His brow adorns?<br>
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Yes, a crown in very surety,<br>
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But of thorns.</p>
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<p>If I find Him, if I follow,<br>
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What His guerdon here?<br>
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Many a sorrow, many a labor,<br>
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Many a tear.</p>
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<p>If I still hold closely to Him,<br>
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What hath He at last?<br>
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Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,<br>
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Jordan passed.</p>
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<p>If I ask Him to receive me,<br>
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Will He say me nay?<br>
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Not till earth and not till heaven<br>
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Pass away.</p>
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<p>Finding, following, keeping, struggling,<br>
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Is He sure to bless?<br>
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Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs,<br>
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Answer, Yes!</p>
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