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!