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.
AMy
heart is
D
resting,
A
O
my God,I will give thanks and
E
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
A
thing.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
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.
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.
ANow
this frail
D
vessel
A
Thou
hast made,No hand but Thine shall
E
fill;
The
A
waters
E
of
the
F♯m
earth
have
A
failed,
And
D
I
am
E7
thirsty
A
still.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
thing.
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.
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.
AI
thirst for
D
springs
of
A
heavenly
life,And here all day they
E
rise;
I
A
seek
the
E
treasure
F♯m
of
Thy
A
love,
And
D
close
at
E7
hand
it
A
lies.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
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.
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.
AA
glad, new
D
song
is
A
in
my mouth,To long-loved music
E
set,
A
A
song
of
E
praise
for
F♯m
all
the
A
grace
I
D
have
not
E7
tasted
A
yet.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
thing.
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.
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.
AI
have a
D A
heritage
of joyThat yet I must not
E
see;
The
A
hand
that
E
bled
to
F♯m
make
it
A
mine
Is
D
keeping
E7
it
for
A
me.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
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.
There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest;
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best.
AThere
is a
D A
certainty
of loveThat sets my heart at
E
rest;
A
A
calm
E
assurance
F♯m
for
A
today
That
D
to
be
E7
poor
is
A
best.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
thing.
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.
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.
AA
prayer
D
reposing
A
on
His truth,Who hath made all things
E
mine;
That
A
draws
my
E
captive
F♯m
will
to
A
Him,
And
D
makes
it
E7
one
with
A
Thine.
Oh, peace of God that passeth thought,
I daily, hourly sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
AOh,
E
peace
of God that
A
passeth
thought,I
E
daily,
B
hourly
E7
sing;
My
A
heart
is
E
at
the
F♯m
secret
A
source
Of
D
every
E7
precious
D-A
thing.