1 O, how happy are they
Who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort is mine,
Since the favor divine
I receiv'd thro' the blood of the Lamb;
Since my heart first believ'd,
What a joy I've receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus' dear name.

3 'Tis a heaven below
My Redeemer to know;
And the angels can do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Love of sinners adore.

4 Jesus all the day long
Is my joy and my song;
O that all to this Refuge might fly!
He hath loved me, indeed,
He did suffer and bleed,
To redeem such a rebel as I.

5 On the wings of his love,
I am carried above
All my sin, and temptation, and pain;
O, that all would believe,
And by sin never grieve,
And thus cause him to suffer again.