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.
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  Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
  I daily, hourly sing;
  My heart is at the secret source
  Of every precious thing.
2. Now this 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 heavenly life,
  And here all day they rise;
  I seek the treasure of Thy love,
  And close at hand it lies.
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  Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
  I daily, hourly sing;
  My heart is at the secret source
  Of every precious thing.
4. A glad, new song is in my mouth,
  To long��loved music set,
  A song of praise 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.
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  Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
  I daily, hourly sing;
  My heart is at the secret source
  Of every precious thing.
6. There is a certainty of love
  That sets my heart at rest;
  A calm assurance for today
  That to be poor is best.
7. 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.
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  Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
  I daily, hourly sing;
  My heart is at the secret source
  Of every precious thing.