MY heart is resting, O my God,

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.