O How Happy Are They Who the Savior Obey

O how hap­py are they

Who the Sav­ior ob­ey

And have laid up their trea­sure ab­ove!

Tongue can­not ex­press

The sweet com­fort and peace

Of a soul in its ear­li­est love.

That com­fort was mine

When the fa­vor di­vine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;

When my heart it be­lieved

What a joy it re­ceived

What a heav­en in Je­sus’ 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.

Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song;

O that all His sal­va­tion may 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

All sin

and temp­ta­tion

and pain;

I could not be­lieve

That I ev­er should grieve

That I ev­er should suf­fer again.

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.

O the rap­tur­ous height

Of the ho­ly de­light

Which I felt in the life giv­ing blood!

Of my Sav­ior pos­sessed

I was per­fect­ly blest

As if filled with the full­ness of God.