1 The home where changes never come,
Nor pain nor sorrow, toil nor care;
Yes! ‘tis a bright and blessed home;
Who would not fain be resting there?

Chorus:
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not,
And murmur not, and murmur not;
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not,
O wait, and murmur not.

2 Yet, when bowed down beneath the load
By heav’n ordain’d thine earthly lot,
Thou yearn’st to reach that blest abode,
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. [Chorus]

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. [Chorus]

4 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. [Chorus]