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
(altered)
No. 710 in Sacred Songs and
Solos
Psalm 27:14 Wait
on the LORD: be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the LORD.
James 5:7 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord...
