C.M. [849]St. Nathaniel: Arthur S. Sullivan (1842-1900) Anna L. Waring, 1849 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. 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. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for today, That to be poor is best; 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. Amen. |