wondrous Abiding, oh, so sweet

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