Heaven to the Soul

Oh

’twas heav­en to my soul

When the Sav­ior made me whole

By His love from above!

When He whis­pered

Peace

be still!

And sub­dued my stub­born will

Glory shone from the throne.

Why not seek for a full­er bless­ing?

Why still cling to the mire and clay?

With His store­house so full of trea­sure

Why go on in the same old way?

Oft we have a fore­taste here

Of the glo­ry over there

And we sing to our king

As we walk by His dear side

And to Him our love con­fide

Day by day

all the way.

Oh

’tis heav­en to the soul

And ’tis joy be­yond con­trol

To abide at His side!

Why not now your all for­sake

And God’s rich­er bless­ing take?

’Tis for thee

full and free.