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.