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 !

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 !

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.

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 !