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<h2>MY HEART IS RESTING, O MY GOD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in Him.” Lamentations 3:24</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_a_davies_wh.jpg" alt="Henry Walford Davies (1869-1941)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="121.333333333333" height="166"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_waring_al.html" target="_blank">Anna Laetitia Waring</a>, <em>Hymns and Meditations</em>, 4th edition, 1854.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Pentatone,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_a_davies_hw.html" target="_blank">Henry Walford Davies</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_e_pentaton.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>My heart is resting, O my God—<br>
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I will give thanks and sing;<br>
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My heart is at the secret source<br>
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Of every precious thing.<br>
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Now the frail vessel Thou hast made<br>
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No hand but Thine shall fill—<br>
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For the waters of the Earth have failed,<br>
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And I am thirsty still.</p>
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<p>I thirst for springs of heavenly life,<br>
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And here all day they rise—<br>
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I seek the treasure of Thy love,<br>
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And close at hand it lies.<br>
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And a new song is in my mouth<br>
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To long loved music set—<br>
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Glory to Thee for all the grace<br>
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I have not tasted yet.</p>
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<p>Glory to Thee for strength withheld,<br>
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For want and weakness known—<br>
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And the fear that sends me to Thy breast<br>
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For what is most my own.<br>
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I have a heritage of joy<br>
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That yet I must not see;<br>
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But the hand that bled to make it mine<br>
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Is keeping it for me.</p>
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<p>There is a certainty of love<br>
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That sets my heart at rest—<br>
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A calm assurance for today<br>
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That to be poor is best—<br>
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A prayer reposing on His truth<br>
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Who hath made all things mine,<br>
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That draws my captive will to Him,<br>
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And makes it one with Thine.</p>
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<p>I will give thanks for suffering now,<br>
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For want and toil and loss—<br>
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For the death that sin makes hard and slow,<br>
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Upon my Savior’s cross—<br>
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Thanks for the little spring of love<br>
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That gives me strength to say,<br>
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If they will leave me part in Him,<br>
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Let all things pass away.</p>
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<p>Sometimes I long for promised bliss,<br>
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But it will not come too late—<br>
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And the songs of patient spirits rise<br>
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From the place wherein I wait;<br>
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While in the faith that makes no haste<br>
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My soul has time to see<br>
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A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,<br>
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In fellowship with me.</p>
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<p>There is a multitude around<br>
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Responsive to my prayer;<br>
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I hear the voice of my desire<br>
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Resounding everywhere.<br>
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But the earnest of eternal joy,<br>
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In every prayer I trace;<br>
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I see the glory of the Lord:<br>
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On every chastened face.</p>
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<p>How oft, in still communion known,<br>
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Those spirits have been sent<br>
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To share the travail of my soul,<br>
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Or show me what it meant!<br>
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And I long to do some work of love<br>
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No spoiling hand could touch,<br>
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For the poor and suffering of Thy flock<br>
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Who comfort me so much.</p>
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<p>But the yearning thought is mingled now<br>
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With the thankful song I sing;<br>
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For Thy people know the secret source<br>
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Of every precious thing.<br>
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The heart that ministers for Thee<br>
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In Thy own work will rest;<br>
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And the subject spirit of a child<br>
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Can serve Thy children best.</p>
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<p>Mine be the reverent, listening love,<br>
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That waits all day on Thee,<br>
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With the service of a watchful heart<br>
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Which no one else can see—<br>
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The faith that, in a hidden way<br>
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No other eye may know,<br>
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Finds all its daily work prepared,<br>
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And loves to have it so.</p>
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<p>My heart is resting, O my God,<br>
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My heart is in Thy care—<br>
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I hear the voice of joy and health<br>
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Resounding everywhere.<br>
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“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,<br>
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Ten thousand voices say,<br>
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And the music of their glad Amen,<br>
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Will never die away.</p>
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