First Line: O weary heart, there is a Home,

O weary 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 ?

Oh wait, . . . meekly wait, and murmur not !
Oh wait, . . meekly wait, and murmur not i
Oh wait, ... oh wait, . . .
Oh wait, and murmur not ! . . .

2 Yet when bowed down beneath the load
By heaven allowed, thine earthly lot ;
Look up ! thou'lt reach that blest abode :
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not !

3 If in thy path some thorns are found,
Oh, 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 !