Wait, and Murmur Not

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?

Yet when bowed down beneath the load,

By God 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 has 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!

W. H. Bellamy

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No. 710 in Sacred Songs and Solos

Hebrews 4:9 There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.

Psalm 27:14 Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.