Art thou weary? He was weary
As He sat by yonder well—
Thy path He knows is often dreary:
His was more than tongue can tell.
Art thou lonely? He was lonely—
Left by those He fondly loved;
They forsook Him in His sorrow,
Though they oft His kindness proved.
Dost thou suffer? O, He suffered
More by far than thou canst do;
For thy sake, “a Man of Sorrows:”
How to suffer well He knew.
Art thou passing through the shadow
Of the valley we call death?
Jesus knew its deepest anguish
As He yielded up His breath.
Dost thou dread the grave so gloomy?
There is naught for thee to fear;
Calmly enter its dark portal,
For the Lord Himself lay there.
Fearest thou alone to enter
In a world to thee unknown?
Jesus there Himself will greet thee
Claim thee for His precious one.