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.

Sweetest rest and peace have filled us,
 Sweeter praise than tongue can tell,
 God is satisfied with Jesus,
 We are satisfied as well.

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.

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.

8,7.             Tr. by Mrs. Bevan