57. On the Lamb Our Souls Are Resting

8,7.
by Tr. by F. 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.
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (John 14:27)
“And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17)
“His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.” (Song of Solomon 5:16)
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.
“How much more shall the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?” (Hebrews 9:14)
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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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