oh, sweet so Abiding, wondrous

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