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 every precious thing.
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.
2 I have a heritage of joy,
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
And a new song is in my mouth,
To long-loved music set:
"Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet."
3 My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care;
I hear the voice of joy and health
"Thou art my portion, saith my soul,"
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen
Will never die away.