Wait, and Murmur Not

O trou­bled heart

there is a home

Beyond the reach of toil and care;

A home where chang­es nev­er come:

Who would not fain be rest­ing there?

O wait

meek­ly wait

and mur­mur not

O wait

meek­ly wait

and mur­mur not

O wait

O wait

O wait

and mur­mur not.

Yet when bowed down be­neath the load

By Heav’n al­lowed

thine earth­ly lot;

Look up! thou’lt reach that blest ab­ode;

Wait

meek­ly wait

and mur­mur not.

Toil on

nor deem

tho’ sore it be

One sigh un­heard

one pray­er for­got;

The day of rest will dawn for thee;

Wait

meek­ly wait

and mur­mur not.