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Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet,
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| 1. | 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. |
| 2. | He speaks, and by His word is giv'n |
| | His peace, a blessed gift from heav'n; |
| | Not as the world He peace doth give, |
| | 'Tis through this hope my soul shall live. |
| 3. | 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. |
| 4. | 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. |