How Happy Are They!

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

2That sweet comfort is mine,
Since the favor divine I receiv'd thro' the blood of the Lamb;
Since my heart first believ'd,
What a joy I've receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus' dear name!

3'Tis a heaven 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.

4Jesus all the day long Is my joy and my song;
O that all to this Refuge might fly!
He hath loved me, indeed,
He did suffer and bleed,
To redeem such a rebel as I.

5On the wings of His love,
I am carried above All my sin, and temptation, and pain;
O, that all would believe,
And by sin never grieve,
And thus cause Him to suffer again.