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.
Now the frail vessel
Thou hast made No hand but
Thine shall fill;
For 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;

Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known;
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me

My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care;
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
Thou are my portion, saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen
Will never die away.

ANNA WARING (1820-1910)