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My heart is resting, O my God

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #20 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Lamentations 3:24 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. Languages: English

I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #21 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Hosea 2:14-15 Lyrics: I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength — Thee shall my rescued heart embrace; Thy love, in all its breadth and length, Shall be my peaceful dwelling place. Whom have I on the earth beside? Thy cross, Thy crown of thorns I see; Thou who to save my life hast died, I will have fellowship with Thee. Surely Thy human heart has borne My greatest grief, my least distress — Surely I see my Savior mourn With the bowed spirit He will bless Nailed to Thy cross, I would not fly The pain it grieves Thy soul to give: If because Thou hast died I die, Because Thou livest I shall live. How could a moment's pang destroy My heart's confirmed repose in Thee? Thy presence is sufficient joy To one reclaimed and spared like me. It is enough that I am Thine — Almighty to redeem from sin; Thou shalt subdue, correct, refine The heart which Thou hast died to win. Now, through this light and passing pain, The travail of Thy soul I see — I know Thou hast not borne in vain The mortal anguish due to me; Thoughts of a love unfelt before In comfort on my heart descend — This suffering must have cost Thee more Than I can ever comprehend. Yet, through a sacred sympathy, I of Thy precious death partake I feel my fellowship with Thee, And with the Father for Thy sake. I see the source of all Thy woe, Thy resurrection's power I feel — And streams of living waters flow Through the dry desert where I kneel. Shielded from every fear of wrath, — Looking through love on all that is — I see about my troubled path A cloud of tranquil witnesses. Happy the chastening to endure, That makes me one, in love and trust, With all the lowly, all the pure, All the tried spirits of the just. Thy children's sympathy is sweet, But all is measured — all in part; Into Thy love my hopes retreat, For that which satisfles the heart. There may be other love in store, But none whereof Thy child may say — My strength, my life, for evermore, My ample portion day by day. Such solace as around me grows, Thou for my need shalt still prepare — But make Thy bosom my repose, And fix my expectation there. For Thou canst cherish and uphold Life, that no eye but Thine may see — And no rough wind, no heat, or cold, Shall hurt the love that clings to Thee. In to Thy silent place of prayer, The anxious, wandering mind recall — Dwell mid Thy own creation there, Restoring, claiming, hallowing all. Then the calm spirit, won from sin, Thy perfect sacrifice shall be — And all the ransomed powers therein Shall go forth, glorifying Thee. Out of this spirit of Thy grace, O, who can tell what light has beamed! I see the solitary place, A garden for Thy own redeemed. I see the desolated ground, With dews of Heavenly kindness fed — And fruits of joy and love surround The heart which Thou hast comforted. O knowledge all my thoughts above! This thirsty vale I could not flee, This yearning for unbounded love Has been “a door of hope” to me. Who would go forth in haste by flight, From the dry land which Thou wilt bless — Sown with the everlasting light, That shows Thy “very faithfulness!” Thou hast loved me, O Lord, my strength; On Thee my yielded heart shall lean; Thy guiding love in all its length Shall teach me all Thy judgments mean. And I will ask Thee for a sign That many an anxious eye may see — Give me the love that rests in Thine, For those whom Thou hast tried like me. Love that believes, is always sweet To fearful hearts, which Thou wilt guide, And mine may win some timid feet, To the deep River's quiet side. While from that River's fertile banks, My resting eye their portion sees — O that my, soul might yield Thee thanks; By comforting the least of these. Languages: English

Heavenly things my soul hath seen

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #27 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Scripture: Matthew 16:24 Lyrics: Heavenly things my soul hath seen, Things the Holy Spirit shows, — Things on which the heart can lean When the flesh has no repose. All was light, and life and rest — Love was mine, and I was blest: Every pain I had to bear Proved my Shepherd's tender care; Everything I had to do Taught my heart that He was true: I could choose the way He trod, I could give my will to God. Waters still and pastures green, Pleasant paths my soul hath seen. Is it all a vision gone! Was the gladness all in vain? Oh to travel firmly on! Oh to tread those paths again! Lord, on Thee my help is laid; Thou art true, but I have strayed; — Left Thee with a froward will, Strayed from One who loves me still. Through the tangled waste I see, Seek the sheep that pants for Thee. Show me the forsaken track, Lead Thy wanderer safely back: Let no fear my steps withhold From the flock within Thy fold. Sacred memories do not cease — Still my heart, where'er I go, Sees the river of thy peace Through those pleasant pastures flow, Still, amid the desert drear, Songs of heavenly love I hear. Heavenly love! the sound is sweet, Lo, it stays my wandering feet, — Leads to Thee for all I lack, — Softly bids me welcome back. Thoughts of perfect gifts it brings, Thoughts of deep enduring things, — Thoughts of joy I yet may see Hidden in Thy word for me. O my Savior! never more From my treasure to depart, Now my failing will restore, Fix the purpose of my heart. Let Thy spirit in me be Springing up in love to Thee. Listening, following day by day, Steadfast in my onward way, Girded with Thy faithful mind, Pleasant paths I yet shall find. Fonntains at my feet shall rise, Riches hid shall meet mine eyes. Songs of glory to my God In the desert shall be heard! There is comfort in Thy rod, Power in Thy reproving word. In a spirit all thine own Make Thy hardest sayings known. They will guard me with Thy strength, Bear me all my journey's length; Give me for the daily strife, Joy and health and plenteous life. Hid within for precious fruit, Love shalt take eternal root — Love that in the Spirit lives; Love that grows by all it gives. Neath a rule so firm to bless, I shall learn Thy gentleness. Show it forth in all I do, Making others feel it too. Savior! fast the moments flee — O decide my will today. Bind my heart to follow Thee Ere the song has died away. Never let a fear or pain Turn me to myself again. Though my strength has failed me long, Let Thy promise make me strong — Strong my nature to withstand, — Strong to hold Thy guiding hand. All the joy before me set Teach me never to forget. If indeed with Thee to stay I must choose a narrow way, — If my inmost heart must give All its purpose, thus to live, — Still, my portion Thou must be, Still my spirit cries to Thee. O for all Thy light to shine! O for love to keep me Thine. Languages: English

O! there is more than ear hath heard

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #32 (1873) Meter: Irregular Scripture: Matthew 16:25 Lyrics: O! there is more than ear hath heard, Light of the World, in this Thy word! It speaks the living soul to win; It claims the loving heart within; It tells us inly understood, That Thou art God, that Thou art good. Here our fallen nature raised we see, — Here our lost glory shines in Thee, — And man sees man in mortal strife, A witness that to love is life. Yes, for Thy sake — O strong to bear! The secret of Thy strength was there. 'Twas not the power which gave us breath, That urged Thee through the gates of death, That bade Thee tread the press alone To make the Father's message known. It was Thy spirit's deep intent It was Thy love for Him who sent; It was His joy that bore Thee through, And he who sees Thee sees Him too. Yes, for Thy sake, O God Most High, O! Man Most Meek, we too can die: — Die to the death which Thou hast slain, Die to the deepest source of pain, And walk, by Love's sustaining store, As seekers of our own no more. We can hear more than ear hath heard, Life of the World! in this Thy word; And wastes shall break forth into song, As in its power we pass along. For lo! in hidden deep accord, The servant may be like his Lord. And Thy love our love shining through, May tell the world that Thou art true, Till those who see us see Thee too. Languages: English

Sweet be Thy words of sternest truth

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #24 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6 Scripture: John 12:25 Lyrics: Sweet be Thy words of sternest truth, My risen Lord to me! Hid in the secret of my heart Their deepest treasure be; That I may comprehend the joy Of sacrifice for Thee. And, softly let the light of life, Before Thy servant shine, That through the gloom with steadfast will, My soul may follow Thine — Calm in the depth of one desire, And strong in one design. But never let me think I see Thy heavenly things aright, Unless the single eye of love Fill my whole mind with light, And to be like Thee in Thy death Seems glorious in my sight. That willing sacrifice of Thine My meditation make, Till to the true delight of life My soul with songs awake, — And all that spoils me of myself Be treasure for Thy sake. The tenderest heart Thy hands have made Beneath Thy rule may rest; For He who made it for Himself Knows what will shield it best, — The feeblest lover of Thy law, Dwells safely in Thy breast. Now through, a strait and painful way My weary feet must press; But what shall hurt the struggling soul Which Thou hast died to bless, Or prompt a spirit to complain That knows its blessedness! Nor seems it strange to one who weighs The joy of liberty, This death of suffering to himself, This life of love to Thee, Which gives the lowly power to reign And makes the servant free. O let no timid faithless thought Prevail my bonds to spare! Lord, I can drink Thy bitter cup, Thy fiery trial share, — I can deny myself for Thee, And for Thy glory care. Only the unction of Thy love, With every cross be mine — Till these Thy words — so firm to gird, So searching to refine — Be sweet unto Thy servant's soul Even as they are to Thine. Languages: English

My prayer to the promise shall cling

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #3 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: John 14:14 Lyrics: My prayer to the promise shall cling — I will not give heed to a doubt; For I ask for the one needful thing, Which I cannot be happy without. A spirit of lowly repose In the love of the Lamb that was slain, A heart to be touched with his woes, And a care not to grieve Him again — The peace that my Savior has bought, The cheerfulness nothing can dim, The love that can bring every thought Into perfect obedience to Him — 17 The wisdom his mercy to own In the way he directs me to take, — To glory in Jesus alone, And to love, and do good for His sake. All this Thou hast offered to me In the promise whereon I will rest; For faith, O my Savior, in Thee, Is the substance of all my reqnest. Thy word has commanded my prayer, Thy Spirit has taught me to pray; And all my unholy despair Is ready to vanish away. Thou wilt not be weary of me, Thy promise my faith will sustain, And soon, very soon, I shall see That I have not been asking in vain. Languages: English

Bowed with a burden none can weigh save Thee

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #23 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: 1 Corinthians 1:6 Lyrics: Bowed with a burden none can weigh save Thee, Strength of my life, on Thee I cast my care; My heart must prove its own infirmity, But what shall move me, if my God be there? O for a thankful song with every breath, While amid fading flowers and withering grass, I, with Thee, through the grave and gate of death, On to my joyful resurrection pass. Armed with the spirit of my Master's mind, How shall I spare a thought that He would slay? Lord I would leave those things which are behind, And press towards Heaven through all the narrow way. Bright be my prospect as I pass along; — An ardent service at the cost of all, — Love by untiring ministry made strong, And ready for the first, the softest call. Yes, God is faithful — and my lot is cast; O not myself to serve, my own to be! Light of my life, the darkness now is past, And I beneath the Cross can work for Thee. Languages: English

Jesus, Lord of Heaven above

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #18 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:44 Lyrics: Jesus, Lord of Heaven above, Earth beneath is all Thy own In the depths of Heavenly love Let my human heart be sown. Let my love that as a grain None on earth might care to see, Buried in Thy grave remain, Be a precious seed to Thee. Thou wilt raise it, though it die, Thou wilt see it hidden there — Thou wilt guard it with Thine eye From the spirits of the air. None shall take it thence away; It is sown for Thy delight: Thou wilt shine on it by day, — Thou wilt shield it in the night. Where the silent waters flow, It shall multiply its root; It shall blossom, it shall grow, It shall bear immortal fruit. Sown in weakness, raised in power — Sown in suffering, raised in peace — It shall brave the blighting hour, In the year of drought increase. Never hurt by sun or storm, Blest its every stage shall be; Dying in its mortal form — Living evermore in Thee. Languages: English

Compassed about with songs, my soul was still

Author: A. L. Waring Hymnal: WHM #25 (1873) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Scripture: 2 Timothy 2:11-12 Lyrics: Compassed about with songs, my soul was still — But not for lack of light its bliss to see; Thy heart, my Father, could the temple fill, And its deep silence was a song to Thee. My mind reposed in its captivity, By the clear evidence of love subdued; I was content to die, that I might be Redeemed forever from my solitude. All that was in me to Thy throne aspired Longed for Thy heavenly glory to be meet, — Devotion was the joy to be desired, And the the thought of sacrifice was sweet. But He who knew my frame was training me For service needing strength that cannot wane, And teaching me my frail mortality By solemn reckonings of the weight of pain. I in my weakness — how was I to reign, When suffering was the only way to power? And would my spirit in His strength remain, When watching was a strife for one short hour? Conid I with steadfast heart myself deny? Could I with patient love the Cross endure? Should I be every day content to die, To keep my daily life in Him secure? Then with fresh sweetness, from the saints in light, One song of victory to my soul made known, How the hid treasure of the Church's might Was in the power of her Beloved alone. And then Thy glory to my heart was shown, Even as the glory of the blest above; — I knew Thy steadfast spirit was my own, By the pure joy of Thy reflected love. And the mind communed with me that was his Who said “When I am weak then am I strong” — Until the voice of my infirmities Made harmony with that triumphant song. Languages: English