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.
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.
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.
Source: The Golden Sheaf: a collection of choice hymns and songs especially designed for Sunday schools, loyal worker's meetings, prayer and social services (Enl. ed.) #53
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10982||Abiding Rest||My soul has found abiding rest||SOUTH BEND||J. J. Maxfield||CMD||<cite>Notes of Victory</cite> by William A. Ogden and Edmund S. Lorenz (Chicago: Fleming H. Revell, 1885)|