57: ON the Lamb our souls are resting

57: ON the Lamb our souls are resting

by Julius Anton Eugen Wilhelm von Poseck,(1816-1896)
tr. by Mrs E. Frances Bevan.

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 eyes 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.