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 sight of God.
4 Filled with this sweet peace for ever,
On we go, through strife and care,
Till we find that peace around us
In the Lamb’s high glory there.
5 On the living Lord believing,
We have righteousness and peace.
By the Holy Spirit given
We have joys that never cease.
Little Flock 1962/1973 No 410
J. A. v. POSECK (1816-1896) 8.7.8.7.
