Hymn 389
O weary heart, there is a home
Ọkàn arẹ̀, ile kan mbẹ
- 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?
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not! - Yet when bowed down beneath the load
By heaven allowed, thine earthly lot;
Look up! Thou'lt reach that blest abode;
Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh … wait, meekly, &c. - 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.
Oh… wait, meekly, &c. - 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!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, meekly wait, and murmur not!
Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, and murmur not! Amen.