wondrous so Abiding, oh, sweet

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