Though the Saviour went to die,
First He gave His loved ones rest:
At the supper see John lie
In His bosom, on His breast.
Jesus answered the request
Of the one who drew so near
Where His love had cast out fear
In His bosom, on His breast.
One make then could take that place
But in times of faith and grace
You can be divinely blest
In His bosom, on His breast.
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