Wait and Murmur Not

{WAIT, AND MURMUR NOT-William James Kirkpatrick}

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?
Chorus 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 bow'd down beneath the load
By heav'n allow'd, thine earthly lot;
Look up! thoul't reach that blest abode,
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.

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.

Toil on, nor deem, tho' sore it be,
One sigh unheard, one pray'r forgot;
The day of rest will dawn for thee;
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.