O Weary Heart, There is a Home
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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?
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On wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!
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Yet when he bowed down beneath the load By heaven allowed, thine earthly lot; Look up! thou 'It reach that blest abode; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
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On wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!
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If in thy path some thorns are found Oh, think who bore them on His brow; If grief thy sorrowing heart has found, It reached a holier than thou.
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On wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!
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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!
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On wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not! Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not!