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!
Oh! so wondrous sweet!
I’m resting, resting
At the Savior’s feet.
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. [Chorus]
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. [Chorus]
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. [Chorus]Source: Crowning Glory No. 1: a choice collection of gospel hymns #57