我的神阿，我心安息。我要称谢歌唱;我的心是一切宝物的秘密源泉。现在你所造的脆弱的器皿，只有你的手才能盛满?因为地上的水断绝了、我还是口渴。我渴望天上生命的泉源，它们却整天在这里涌动?我寻找你爱的宝藏，它就在我的身边。一首新歌在我的嘴里，我喜欢的音乐集?荣耀归给你，因为我还没有尝到所有的恩典。荣耀归给你，因为你的力量被保留，因为你的贫乏和软弱被知道? And the fear that sends me to Thy breast For what is most my own. I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; But the hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest? A calm assurance for today That to be poor is best? 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. I will give thanks for suffering now, For want and toil and loss? For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Savior?s cross? Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, If they will leave me part in Him, Let all things pass away. Sometimes I long for promised bliss, But it will not come too late? And the songs of patient spirits rise From the place wherein I wait; While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer; I hear the voice of my desire Resounding everywhere. But the earnest of eternal joy, In every prayer I trace; I see the glory of the Lord: On every chastened face. How oft, in still communion known, Those spirits have been sent To share the travail of my soul, Or show me what it meant! And I long to do some work of love No spoiling hand could touch, For the poor and suffering of Thy flock Who comfort me so much. But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing; For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing. The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, With the service of a watchful heart Which no one else can see? The faith that, in a hidden way No other eye may know, Finds all its daily work prepared, And loves to have it so. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care? I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. ?Thou art my portion,? saith my soul, Ten thousand voices say, And the music of their glad Amen, Will never die away.