My heart is resting, O my God

My heart is resting

O my God

I will give thanks and sing;

My heart is at the secret source

Of every precious thing.

Oh

peace of God that passeth thought

I daily

hourly sing;

My heart is at the secret source

Of every precious thing.

Now this frail vessel Thou hast made

No hand but Thine shall fill;

The waters of the earth have failed

And I am thirsty still.

I thirst for springs of heavenly life

And here all day they rise;

I seek the treasure of Thy love

And close at hand it lies.

A glad

new song is in my mouth

To long-loved music set

A song of praise for all the grace

I have not tasted yet.

I have a heritage of joy

That yet I must not see;

The hand that bled to make it mine

Is keeping it for me.

There is a certainty of love

That sets my heart at rest;

A calm assurance for today

That to be poor is best.

A prayer reposing on His truth

Who hath made all things mine;

That draws my captive will to Him

And makes it one with Thine.