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

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I received through the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received--
What a heaven in Jesus' name?

3 'Twas a heaven below
My Reedemer 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.

4 Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see;
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hat suffer'd and died,
To redeem even rebels like me.