My Heart Is Resting

1My heart is resting,
O my God,
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing.

2I 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.

3I have a heritage of joy,
That yet I must not see;
The hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me.

4There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for today,
That to be poor is best;

5A prayer, reposing on His truth,
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.