Abiding in Him

Verse 1

Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet! I’m resting at the Savior’s feet; I trust in him, I’m satisfied, I’m resting in the Crucified!

Chorus

Abiding, abiding, Oh! so wondrous sweet! I’m resting, resting At the Savior’s feet.

Verse 2

He speaks, and by his word is given His peace, a rich foretaste of heav’n! Not as the world he peace doth give, ’Tis thro’ this hope my soul shall live.

Verse 3

I live; not I; thro' him alone By whom the mighty work is done:— Dead to myself, alive to him, I count all loss his rest to gain.

Verse 4

Now rest, my heart, the work is done, I’m saved thro’ the Eternal son! Let all my powers my soul employ, To tell the world my peace and joy.