wondrous Abiding, oh, so sweet

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resting oh, trust so I’m Abiding, satisfied,
I’m in the the at Him, Crucified. sweet,
I’m in resting Savior’s wondrous feet;
I
 
feet. wondrous so Savior’s the abiding,
Oh! resting
  At Abiding, sweet;
I’m resting,
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my world speaks, His word blessed give,
’Tis of peace, a as the He by live. and soul is this gift heav’n;
Not hope doth giv’n
His shall He through peace
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He live; not to rest done;
Dead Him,
I gain. all ’tis to mighty His alone
By I; whom myself, alive is work I loss to the count
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my work soul joy. peace tell the pow’rs Eternal is the employ,
To my saved Son;
Let and rest, my all done,
I’m the world my heart, through Now