My soul has found abiding rest,
Where living fountains flow;
Where vales are in their verdure dressed,
And Sharon’s roses blow.
’Tis but a step to Sychar’s well,
Where Jesus speaks to me;
And oft by faith I seem to dwell
With Him in Galilee.

All girded for the victor’s race,
I run to win the prize
That Jesus offers by His grace
To faith’s aspiring eyes.
I trust Him still when fortunes frown,
His service is so sweet,
I lay my heavy burden down
At my Redeemer’s feet.

I see the shining way He went
To do His Father’s will;
And follow on in sweet content,
So glad He loves me still.
And if I may but serve Him here
In my own humble way
I know that I shall have no fear,
In that eternal day.