On Thee my heart is resting

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On Thee my heart is resting,
  Ah, this is rest indeed:
What else, Almighty Savior,
  Can a poor sinner need?
Thy light is all my wisdom,
  Thy love is all my stay;
Thy coming back in glory,
  Draws nearer every day.
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On Thee my heart is resting,
  Ah, this is rest indeed:
What else, Almighty Savior,
    Can a poor sinner need?
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My guilt is great, but greater
  The mercy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spotless Off’ring,
  Hast died that I should live.
With Thee, my soul unfettered
  Has risen from the dust;
Thy blood is all my treasure,
  Thy word is all my trust.
My guilt is great, but greater
  The mercy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spotless Off’ring,
  Hast died that I should live.
With Thee, my soul unfettered
  Has risen from the dust;
Thy blood is all my treasure,
  Thy word is all my trust.
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Through me, Thou gentle Master,
  Thy purposes fulfil;
I yield myself forever
  To Thy most holy will.
What though I be but weakness?
  My strength is not in me;
The poorest of Thy people
  Has all things, having Thee.
Through me, Thou gentle Master,
  Thy purposes fulfil;
I yield myself forever
  To Thy most holy will.
What though I be but weakness?
  My strength is not in me;
The poorest of Thy people
  Has all things, having Thee.
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When clouds are darkest round me,
  Thou, Lord, art then most near,
My drooping faith to quicken,
  My weary soul to cheer.
Safe nestling in Thy bosom,
  I gaze upon Thy face;
In vain my foes would drive me
  From Thee, my hiding-place.
When clouds are darkest round me,
  Thou, Lord, art then most near,
My drooping faith to quicken,
  My weary soul to cheer.
Safe nestling in Thy bosom,
  I gaze upon Thy face;
In vain my foes would drive me
  From Thee, my hiding-place.
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’Tis Thou hast made me happy,
  ’Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glory
  Forever, but to Thee?
Of earthly love and blessing
  Should every stream run dry,
Thy grace shall still be with me,
  Thy grace, to live and die.
’Tis Thou hast made me happy,
  ’Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glory
  Forever, but to Thee?
Of earthly love and blessing
  Should every stream run dry,
Thy grace shall still be with me,
  Thy grace, to live and die.
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Inday Ruth Raagas browning

Bristol, England, United Kingdom

Thank You Lord. Draws nearer everyday. To whom shall I give glory. Thy grace to live and die. Hallelujah (The church in Mahayag Zamboanga del sur)


Mary El

Washington, DC, United States

Stumbled across this (a sovereignly arranged stumble) and sang to Hymns #463, "I love, I love my Master" (skipping the chorus). What an uplifting hymn! And a great way to start the day. "Of earthly love and blessing should every stream run dry, Thy grace shall still be with me, Thy grace, to live and die."


Rosita Enriquez

United States

"On Thee my heart is resting,

Ah, this is rest indeed."

You are my Hiding place, with me all the days.