I Have Found a Precious Resting Place

I have found a pre­cious rest­ing place

In the shel­ter of re­deem­ing grace;

Here with joy I see my Sav­ior’s face

Under the aton­ing blood.

Under the aton­ing blood of the Lamb

Under the aton­ing blood of the Lamb

Safely I am hid­ing

con­stant­ly abid­ing

Under the aton­ing blood.

Where shall I the praise of Christ be­gin?

Gone the hea­vy bur­den of my sin!

Grace has changed the world I’m liv­ing in

Under the aton­ing blood.

Evil shall not here my soul en­snare;

Tenderly I’m kept with jea­lous care.

Jesus walks be­side me ev­ery­where

Under the aton­ing blood.

Now its heal­ing pow­er makes me whole;

Through its mer­it Je­sus saves my soul.

Savior

keep me while the ag­es roll

Under the aton­ing blood.