171. On the Lamb Our Souls Are Resting

8.7.8.7.
by Tr. by Mrs. Bevan
1
On the Lamb our souls are resting,
 
What His love no tongue can say;
 
All our sins, so great, so many,
 
In His blood are washed away.
2
Sweetest rest and peace have filled us,
 
Sweeter praise than tongue can tell;
 
God is satisfied with Jesus,
 
We are satisfied as well.
3
Conscience now no more condemns us,
 
For His own most precious blood
 
Once for all has washed and cleansed us,
 
Cleansed us in the eyes of God.
4
Filled with this sweet peace forever,
 
On we go through strife and care,
 
Till we find that peace around us
 
In the Lamb’s high glory there.
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