The Home Where Changes Never Come

The home where changes never come, Nor pain nor sorrow, toil and care; Yes! 'tis a bright and blessed home; Who would not fain be resting there?

Yet when bowed down beneath the load By heav'n 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, O, think who bore them on His brow; If grief thy sorrowing heart has found, It 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!