Patient in tribulation.
WITH trouble laden-grief oppress’d, 
  
Wings had I like a dove, 
  
I’d fly away, and be at rest, 
  
Within a world above!—
2 A world where angels, pure as fair, 
  
Swell Jesus’ glorious train; 
  
Nor sin may make intrusion there, 
  
Nor death an entrance gain;— 
3 Where God’s own hand shall wipe away
  
The tears from every face; 
  
And Jesus to his saints display 
  
His mysteries of grace. 
4 Yet, Lord, each murm’ring thought control; 
  
Each anxious wish repress: 
  
To thee I would resign my soul, 
  
And wait till thou shalt bless. 
                        
  T. J. Judkin  
  
                        
  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
  
    <idle musing>
    Not a very common hymn; I had never heard it before and according to hymnary.org it only occurs in five hymnals.
    </idle musing>
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