Hymn 410 - "On the Lamb our souls are resting,"

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

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.

On the living Lord believing,

We have righteousness and peace

By the Holy Spirit given:

Fadeless joys that never cease.