1 The home where changes never come,
Nor pain nor sorrow, toil nor care;
Yes! ‘is a bright and blessed home;
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.

2 Yet when bow’d down beneath the load
By heav’n allow’d, thine earthly lot;
Thou yearnst to reach that blest abode,
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]

4 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]