1.
The home where changes never come,
Nor pain nor sorrow, toil nor care;
Yes! 'tis a bright and blessed home;
Who would not fain he resting there?
Refrain:
O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not,
O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not;
O wait! 0 wait! O wait! and murmur not.
2.
Yet when bowed down beneath the load
By Heaven allowed, thine earthly lot;
Thou yearnest to reach that blest abode,
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.
3.
If in thy path some thorns are found,
O, think who bore them on His brow;
If grief thy sorrowing heart has found,
It reached a holier than thou.
4.
Toil on, nor deem, though sore it be,
One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot;
The day of rest will dawn for thee!
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.