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My Heart Is Resting
Verse 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 will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Verse 2
I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here an day they rise;
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And here an day they rise;
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
Verse 3
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.
That yet I must not see;
The hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.
Verse 4
There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for today,
That to be poor is best.
That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for today,
That to be poor is best.
Verse 5
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.
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.
A hymn expressing trust and peace in God's care by the author of 'I Love to Tell the Story.'