The Voice of Praise ‎#1051

1051. O how happy are they, Who their Saviour obey

1 O how happy are they,
Who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above!
Tongue can not express
The sweet comforts and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort was mine
When the favor divine
I found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' name.

3 'Twas a heaven below,
My Redeemer to know;
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 suffered and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love
I was carried 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 justified I,
Nor envied Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.

7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Saviour possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.

Text Information

• First Line: O how happy are they, Who their Saviour obey
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Jeremiah 2:2
• Topic: Spiritual Songs

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