MY HEART IS RESTING, O MY GOD
1. My heart is
resting, O my God,
I will give thanks
and sing;
My heart is at the
secret source
Of ev'ry precious
thing.
Refrain
Oh, peace of God
that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly
sing;
My heart is at the
secret source
Of ev'ry precious
thing.
2. 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.
3. I thirst for
springs of heav'nly life,
And here all day
they rise;
I seek the treasure
of Thy love,
And close at hand
it lies.
4. 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.
5. 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.
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