1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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.

 5  '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.