C.M.
St. Nathaniel:
Arthur S. Sullivan (1842-1900)
Anna L. Waring, 1849
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;
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.
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.
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.
Amen.