Oh, how happy are they above!
Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favour divine
I received through the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy! received,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
'Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know;
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
Oh that all His salvation might see!
“He hath loved me," I cried;
“He hath suffered and died
To redeem even rebels like me."
Oh, the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possessed,
I was perfectly blessed,
As if filled with the fulness of God.