Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet,

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.

Abiding, abiding, Oh! So wondrous sweet; I'm resting, resting At the Savior's feet.

He speaks, and by His word is giv'n His peace, a blessed gift from heav'n; Not as the world He peace doth give, ' Tis through this hope my soul shall live.

I live; not I; 'tis He alone By whom the mighty work is done; Dead to myself, alive to Him, I count all loss His rest to gain.

Now rest, my heart, the work is done, I'm saved through the Eternal Son; Let all my pow'rs my soul employ, To tell the world my peace and joy.