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 bu t 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. 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 !
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.