Thine, thine only, this warm dear life, O loving Creator!
Thine the invisible future, born of the present, must be.
—Christopher Pearse Cranch.
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ON THEE MY HEART IS RESTING
On Thee my heart is resting:
Ah! this is rest indeed!
What else, Almighty Saviour,
Can a poor sinner need?
Thy light is all my wisdom,