First Line: My heart is resting, O my God,

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.