| O troubled heart, there is a homeBeyond 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 loadBy 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.
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