John_14-2: In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you
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
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’ll 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 Reached A Holier Than Thou.
Toil On! Nor Deem, Though Sore It Be,
One Sigh Unheard, One Prayer Forgot;
The Day Of Rest Will…
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