Hymn 410 — On the Lamb our souls are resting,
| 410 | J. A. V. POSECK (1816-1896) | 8.7.8.7. |
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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. | |
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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. | |
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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. | |
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On the living Lord believing, We have righteousness and peace. By the Holy Spirit given We have joys that never cease. | |