Wait, and Murmur Not
The home where changes never come,
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The home where changes never come,Nor pain nor sorrow, toil nor care;Yes! 'tis a bright and blessed home;Who would not fain be resting there?
Chorus.
O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not,O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not;O, wait! O wait! O, wait! and murmur not.
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Yet when bowed down beneath the loadBy Heav'n allowed, thine earthly lot;Thou yearnst to reach that blest abode,Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.
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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.
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Toil on, nor deem, tho' sore it be,One sigh unheard, one pray'r forgot;The day of rest will dawn for thee!Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.