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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?
Refrain
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.
Refrain
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.
Refrain