wondrous Abiding, so oh, sweet

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