601--My heart is resting, O my God,

My heart is resting, O my God,

601

	1.	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.
	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 heavenly life,
		And here all day they rise;
		I seek the treasure of Thy love,
		And close at had 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.
	6.	There is a certainty of love
		That sets my heart at rest;
		A calm assurance for today
		That to be poor is best.
	7.	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.