How happy are they who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express the sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
That comfort was mine, When the favour divine
I had found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed what a joy it received.
What a Heaven in Jesus’s name.
‘Twas a heaven below My Saviour to know;
The angels could do nothing more
Than 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 such a rebel as me!”
On the wings of His love I was carried above
All thought of 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 souls mounted higher, In a chariot of fire,
And the world—it was under my feet.
Oh, the rapturous height, Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-in the life-giving blood;
Of my Saviour possess’d, I was perfectly bless’d,
As if filled with the fulness of God.