O how happy are theyWho the Savior obey,And have laid up their treasure above!Tongue cannot expressThe sweet comfort and peaceOf a soul in its earliest love.
That comfort was mine,When the favor divineI first found in the blood of the Lamb;When my heart it believed,What a joy it received,What a heaven in Jesus’ 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 longWas my joy and my song;O that all His salvation may see!He hath loved me, I cried,He hath suffered, and died,To redeem such a rebel as me.
On the wings of His love,I was carried aboveAll sin, and temptation, and pain;I could not believe,That I ever should grieve,That I ever should suffer again.
I rode on the sky,Freely justified I!Nor envied Elijah his seat;My soul mounted higher,In a chariot of fire,And the moon it was under my feet.
O the rapturous heightOf the holy delight,Which I felt in the life giving blood!Of my Savior possessedI was perfectly blest,As if filled with the fullness of God.