Now I’m Resting, Sweetly Resting
On My Jesus’ Loving Breast;
How He Soothes My Troubled Spirit,
Sinks Me Into Perfect Rest.

Jesus, Ever Precious Jesus,
I Am Leaning, Ever Leaning On Thy Breast;
Closely Folded To Thy Bosom,
Let Me Ever, Loving Savior, Sweetly Rest.

Closely Folded To Thy Bosom,
Let Me Evermore Abide,
Safely Sheltered From The Tempest,
Till I Pass Beyond The Tide.

Then I’ll Gladly Join The Chorus,
Sung By Angel Choirs Above,
Sweetly Singing All Thy Praises,
In The Realms Of Endless Love.

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