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 !

Abiding, Abiding,
Oh, How Wondrous Sweet !
I’m Resting, Resting
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
‘Tis Through This Hope My Soul Shall Live

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.

Now Rest, My Heart, The Work Is Done,
I’m Saved By Faith Through Christ The Son !
Let Every Power My Soul Employ ?
To Tell The World My Peace And Joy.