A. L. Waring (522/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

A. L. Waring MY heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing: My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. Oh, peace of God that passeth thought, I daily, hourly 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 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 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 There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for today That to be poor is best. 7 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.