616 ~ 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 he resting there?
Refrain
O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not, O wait! meekly wait, and murmur not; O wait! 0 wait! O wait! and murmur not.
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Yet when bowed down beneath the load By Heaven allowed, thine earthly lot; Thou yearnest 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, though sore it be, One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot; The day of rest will dawn for thee! Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.