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307 True Happiness


Oh, 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 my heart first believed,
Oh what joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus' dear name.

'Twas a heaven below,
The Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more;
Than to fall at His feet
And the story repeat,
And the Savior of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
Oh that all His salvation might see,
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.

On the wings of His love,
I was carried above,
Free from sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.

I then rode in the sky,
Freely justified, I,
Neither envied Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted up high'r,
In a chair'ot of fire,
And the world was put under my feet.

On the rapturous hight
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blessed,
Overwhelmed with the fullness of God.

What a mercy is this, 
What a heaven of bliss,
How unspeakably favored am I,
Gathered into the fold,
With believers enrolled,
With believers to live and to die.

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

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