My Heart Is Resting, O My God,
I Will Give Thanks And Sing
My Heart Is At The Secret Source
Of Every Precious Thing.

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.

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 !

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.