|MY heart is resting, O my God,
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
|2||Now the 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 hand it lies.
|4||Now a ‘new song’ is in my mouth
To long-loved music set:
Glory to Thee 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||My heart is resting on Thy Truth,
Who hath made all things mine;
That draws my captive will to Thee,
And makes it one with Thine.
|Anna Letitia Waring, 1820-1910|