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My Heart is Resting, O My God

Author: Anna L. Waring Hymnal: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 2 #9 (1916) Refrain First Line: O peace of God that passeth thought Lyrics: 1 My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing. My heart is at the secret source Of ev’ry precious thing. Refrain: O peace of God that passeth thought, I daily, hourly sing, My heart is at the secret source Of ev’ry precious thing. 2 I thirst for springs of heav’nly life, And here all day they rise; I seek the treasure of Thy love, And close at hand it lies. [Refrain] 3 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! [Refrain] 4 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. [Refrain] 5 There is a certainty of love, That sets my heart at rest; A calm assurance for today That what Thou dost is best. [Refrain] Tune Title: [My heart is resting, O my God]

My heart is resting, O my God

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: Hymns and Meditations #20 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. 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. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss — For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior's cross — Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late — And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see — The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care — I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. “Thou art my portion,” saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away. Scripture: Lamentations 3:24 Languages: English

My Heart is Resting

Author: Anna L. Waring Hymnal: Christian Endeavor Hymns #57 (1894) First Line: My heart is resting, O my God Lyrics: 1 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 but Thine shall fill— The waters of the Earth have failed, And I am thirsty still. 3 I thirst for springs of heav'nly 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 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. Topics: Peace and Rest Languages: English Tune Title: [My heart is resting, O my God]

My Heart Is Resting, O My God

Author: Anna L. Waring Hymnal: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 4 #66 (1928) Refrain First Line: O peace of God that passeth thought Languages: English Tune Title: [My heart is resting, O my God]

My Heart is Resting, O My God

Author: Anna L. Waring Hymnal: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #150 (1921) Refrain First Line: O peace of God that passeth thought Topics: Assurance; Peace; Rest Tune Title: [My heart is resting, O my God]

My Heart Is Resting, O My God

Author: Anna Laetitia Waring Hymnal: The Hymnbook #406 (1955) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. 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. 2 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. 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." 3 My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care; I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. "Thou art my portion, saith my soul," Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen Will never die away. Amen. Topics: Cheerfulness; Comfort; Contentment; Inner Life, The; Joy; Trinity, The Holy; Life in Christ Joy Scripture: 1 Corinthians 2:9 Tune Title: PENTATONE

My Heart Is Resting, O My God

Author: Anna L. Waring Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4245 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. 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. 2. 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. 3. 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. 4. 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. 5. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss— For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior’s cross— Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. 6. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late— And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. 7. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. 8. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. 9. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. 10. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see— The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. 11. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care— I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. Thou art my portion, saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away. Languages: English Tune Title: PENTATONE