| I have learned the wondrous secret
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| Of abiding in the Lord;
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| I have tasted life’s pure fountain,
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| I am drinking of His word;
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| I have found the strength and sweetness
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| Of abiding 'neath the blood;
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| I have lost myself in Jesus,
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| I am sinking into God.
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| I’m abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word;
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| Yes, abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word,
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| I am crucified with Jesus,
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| And He lives and dwells with me;
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| I have ceased from all my struggling,
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| 'Tis no longer I, but He.
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| All my will is yielded to Him,
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| And His Spirit reigns within;
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| And His precious blood each moment
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| Keeps me cleansed and free from sin.
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| I’m abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word;
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| Yes, abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word,
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| All my sicknesses I bring Him,
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| And He bears them all away;
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| All my fears and griefs I tell Him,
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| All my cares from day to day,
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| All my strength I draw from Jesus, |
| By His breath I live and move;
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| E’en His very mind He give me,
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| And His faith, and life, and love.
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| I’m abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word;
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| Yes, abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word,
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| For my words I take His wisdom,
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| For my works His Spirit’s power;
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| For my ways His ceaseless presence
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| Guards and guides me every hour.
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| Of my heart, He is the portion,
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| Of my joy the boundless spring;
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| Savior, Sanctifier, Healer,
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| Glorious Lord, and coming King.
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| I’m abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word;
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| Yes, abiding in the Lord
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| And confiding in His word,
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| I am hiding in the bosom of His love.
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| Author: Albert Benjamin Simpson (1843−1919) |