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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is resting, O my God—<br>I will give thanks and sing;<br>My heart is at the secret source<br>Of every precious thing.<br>Now the frail vessel Thou hast made<br>No hand but Thine shall fill—<br>For the waters of the Earth have failed,<br>And I am thirsty still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thirst for springs of heavenly life,<br>And here all day they rise—<br>I seek the treasure of Thy love,<br>And close at hand it lies.<br>And a new song is in my mouth<br>To long loved music set—<br>Glory to Thee for all the grace<br>I have not tasted yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory to Thee for strength withheld,<br>For want and weakness known—<br>And the fear that sends me to Thy breast<br>For what is most my own.<br>I have a heritage of joy<br>That yet I must not see;<br>But the hand that bled to make it mine<br>Is keeping it for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a certainty of love<br>That sets my heart at rest—<br>A calm assurance for today<br>That to be poor is best—<br>A prayer reposing on His truth<br>Who hath made all things mine,<br>That draws my captive will to Him,<br>And makes it one with Thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will give thanks for suffering now,<br>For want and toil and loss—<br>For the death that sin makes hard and slow,<br>Upon my Savior’s cross—<br>Thanks for the little spring of love<br>That gives me strength to say,<br>If they will leave me part in Him,<br>Let all things pass away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I long for promised bliss,<br>But it will not come too late—<br>And the songs of patient spirits rise<br>From the place wherein I wait;<br>While in the faith that makes no haste<br>My soul has time to see<br>A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,<br>In fellowship with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a multitude around<br>Responsive to my prayer;<br>I hear the voice of my desire<br>Resounding everywhere.<br>But the earnest of eternal joy,<br>In every prayer I trace;<br>I see the glory of the Lord:<br>On every chastened face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How oft, in still communion known,<br>Those spirits have been sent<br>To share the travail of my soul,<br>Or show me what it meant!<br>And I long to do some work of love<br>No spoiling hand could touch,<br>For the poor and suffering of Thy flock<br>Who comfort me so much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the yearning thought is mingled now<br>With the thankful song I sing;<br>For Thy people know the secret source<br>Of every precious thing.<br>The heart that ministers for Thee<br>In Thy own work will rest;<br>And the subject spirit of a child<br>Can serve Thy children best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine be the reverent, listening love,<br>That waits all day on Thee,<br>With the service of a watchful heart<br>Which no one else can see—<br>The faith that, in a hidden way<br>No other eye may know,<br>Finds all its daily work prepared,<br>And loves to have it so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is resting, O my God,<br>My heart is in Thy care—<br>I hear the voice of joy and health<br>Resounding everywhere.<br>“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,<br>Ten thousand voices say,<br>And the music of their glad Amen,<br>Will never die away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anna+Laetitia+Waring">Anna Laetitia Waring</a><div class=q>
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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 s..."></div>
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