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CCVI. How happy are they

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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.