Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet!
I'm resting at the Saviour's feet;
I trust in Him; I'm satisfied,
I'm resting in the Crucified!
Oh, how wondrous sweet!
At the Saviour's feet.
He speaks, and by His word is given
His peace, a rich foretaste of heaven;
Not as the world, He peace doth give: p>ve.
'Tis through this hope my soul shall
Oh, how wondrous sweet!
At the Saviour's feet.
I live, but through His grace alone;
By whom the mighty work is done;
Dead to myself, alive to Him,
I count all loss His rest to win.
Oh, how wondrous sweet!
At the Saviour's feet.
Now rest, my heart, the work is done,
I'm saved by faith through Christ the
Let every power my soul employ?
To tell the world my peace and joy.
Oh, how wondrous sweet!
At the Saviour's feet.