Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet

Abiding

oh

so wondrous sweet

I’m resting at the Savior’s feet;

I trust in Him

I’m satisfied

I’m resting in the Crucified.

Abiding

abiding

Oh! so wondrous sweet;

I’m resting

resting

At the Savior’s feet.

He speaks

and by His word is giv’n

His peace

a blessed gift of heav’n;

Not as the world He peace doth give

’Tis through this hope my soul shall live.

I live; not I; ’tis He alone

By whom the mighty work is done;

Dead to myself

alive to Him

I count all loss His rest to gain.

Now rest

my heart

the work is done

I’m saved through the Eternal Son;

Let all my pow’rs my soul employ

To tell the world my peace and joy.