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;
Our Father’s home in glory
Draws nearer every day.

My guilt is great, but greater
The mercy Thou dost give;
Thyself, a spotless offering,
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.

Through me, Thou gentle Master,
Thy purposes fulfill!
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.

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!

’Tis Thou hast made me happy;
’Tis Thou hast set me free;
To whom shall I give glory
For ever 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!