IDIOMELA IN THE WEEK OF THE FIRST OBLIQUE TONE.
These Stanzas, which strike me as very sweet, are not in all the
editions of the Octoechus.2323[1st ed. adds: I copy from a dateless
κοπον τε και καματον.
Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distrest?
“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.”
Is there Diadem, as Monarch,
That His Brow adorns?
“Yea, a Crown, in very surety,
But of Thorns!”
If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here?
“Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear.”
If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?
“Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay?
“Not till earth, and not till Heaven
Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?
“Angels, Martyrs, Prophets, Virgins,
[No. 4. in Mr. Sedding’s book: also No. 4. in H. E. C. Both very sweet
melodies;—but that in H. E. C., which gives a different version of
the 4th line throughout, is, to my mind, singularly touching.]