CH1941, Hymn #616

Verse 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 he resting there?

Verse 2
Yet when bowed down beneath the load
By Heaven allowed, thine earthly lot;
Thou yearnest to reach that blest abode,
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.