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

That sweet comfort was mine
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When the truth I believed,
O what joy I received!
What a heaven in Jesus' sweet name!

'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 Lover of sinners adore.

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,
All to purchase redemption for me."

O the rapturous light
Of that holy delight,
Which was shed thru the life-giving blood!
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.

Now my remnant of days
Would I spend to His praise,
Who has died my poor soul to redeem;
Whether many or few,
All my years are His due;
May they all be devoted to Him.