332 ~ My Heart Is Resting
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My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing.
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I thirst for springs of heavenly life, And here an day they rise; I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies.
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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.
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There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for today, That to be poor is best.
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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.