57. On the Lamb Our Souls Are Resting

8,7.
by Tr. by F. Bevan
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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.
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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.
“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)
“Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water.” (Hebrews 10:22)
“By the which will we are sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.” (Hebrews 10:10)
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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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