Abiding Rest

Verse 1

My soul has found abiding rest, Where living fountains flow; Where vales are in their verdure drest, And Sharon's roses blow. 'Tis but a step to Sychar's well, Where Jesus speaks to me; And oft by faith I seem to dwell With him in Galilee.

Verse 2

All girded for the victor's race, I run to win the prize That Jesus offers by his grace To faith's aspiring eyes. I trust him still when fortunes frown, His service is so sweet, I lay my heavy burden down At my Redeemer's feet.

Verse 3

I see the shining way he went To do his Father's will; And follow on in sweet content, So glad he loves me still. And if I may but serve him here In my own humble way I know that I shall have no fear, In that eternal day.