Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1790) Hymnal Title: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious Lyrics: Part the First.
1 How happy are they,
Who the Saviuor obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!
2 That comfort was mine,
When the favour divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,
O what joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
3 'Twas a heaven below
The Saviour 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 hath suffer'd, and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carry'd above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I rode on the sky,
Freely justify'd I!
Nor envy'd Elijah his seat:
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 Oh! the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Topics: Backslider Languages: English
How happy are they