How happy are they who their Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasures above!

Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love!

2 This comfort is mine, since the favor divine

I have found in the blood of the Lamb:

Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received,

What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name!

3 ’Tis a heavén below my Redeemer to know,

And the angels can 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 is my joy and my song;

O that all to this refuge may fly!

He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and died

To redeem such a rebel as I!

5 On the wings of his love I am carried above

All my sin, and temptation, and pain;

O why should I grieve, while on him I believe!

O why should I sorrow again!

6 O the rapturous hight of that holy delight,

Which I find in the life-giving blood!

Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed,

Being filled with the fullness of God!

7 Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praise

Who has died me from sin to redeem;

Whether many or few, all my years are his due;

They shall all be devoted to him.

8 What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss!

How unspeakably happy am I!

Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled—

With believers to live and to die!