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

2. '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 love of sinners adore.

3. 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 hath suffered and died,
To redeem even rebels like me."