Hymn 227 - Oh, How Happy Are They

Oh, how happy are they

Who the 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.

That sweet comfort was mine,

When the favor divine

I received through the blood of the Lamb;

When my heart first believed,

What a joy I received,

What a heaven in Jesus’ dear 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.

Oh, the rapturous height

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!

Of my Saviour possessed,

I was perfectly bless’d,

As if filled with the fulness of God.