ABIDING - A. B. Simpson

I have learned the wondrous secret
Of abiding in the Lord;
I have found the strength and sweetness
Of confiding in His Word.
I have tasted life’s pure fountain,
I am trusting in His blood;
I have lost myself in Jesus,
I am sinking into God.

I am crucified with Jesus,
And He lives and dwells with me;
I have ceased from all my struggling.
‘Tis no longer I but He.
All my will is yielded to Him,
And His Spirit reigns within;
And His precious blood each moment,
Keeps me cleansed and free from sin.

For my words, I take His wisdom;
For my works, His Spirit’s power,
For my ways, His ceaseless Presence
Guides and guards me every hour.
Of my heart, He is the Portion,
Of my joy, the boundless Spring;
Saviour, Sanctifier, Healer,
Glorious Lord, and coming King!

A. B. Simpson

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