so sweet wondrous Abiding, oh,

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