On the Lamb my soul is resting;
What his love no tongue can say;
All my sins, so great, so many,
In His blood are wash’d away.

Sweetest rest and peace have filled me,
Sweeter praise than tongue can tell;
God is satisfied with Jesus,
I am satisfied as well.

Conscience now no more condemns me,
For His own most precious blood
Once for all has washed and cleansed me;
Cleansed me in the eyes of God.

Filled with this sweet peace for ever,
On I go through strife and care,
Till I find that peace around me
In the Lamb’s bright glory there.