On Thee my heart is resting

On Thee my heart is resting

Ah

this is rest indeed:

What else

Almighty Savior

Can a poor sinner need?

Thy light is all my wisdom

Thy love is all my stay;

Thy coming back in glory

Draws nearer every day.

On Thee my heart is resting

Ah

this is rest indeed:

What else

Almighty Savior

Can a poor sinner need?

My guilt is great

but greater

The mercy Thou dost give;

Thyself

a spotless Off’ring

Hast died that I should live.

With Thee

my soul unfettered

Has risen from the dust;

Thy blood is all my treasure

Thy word is all my trust.

Through me

Thou gentle Master

Thy purposes fulfil;

I yield myself forever

To Thy most holy will.

What though I be but weakness?

My strength is not in me;

The poorest of Thy people

Has all things

having Thee.

When clouds are darkest round me

Thou

Lord

art then most near

My drooping faith to quicken

My weary soul to cheer.

Safe nestling in Thy bosom

I gaze upon Thy face;

In vain my foes would drive me

From Thee

my hiding-place.

’Tis Thou hast made me happy

’Tis Thou hast set me free;

To whom shall I give glory

Forever

but to Thee?

Of earthly love and blessing

Should every stream run dry

Thy grace shall still be with me

Thy grace

to live and die.