← O, how happy are they Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 469

O, how happy are they

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O, how happy are theyWho their Saviour obey,And have laid up their treasure above!Tongue can never expressThe sweet comfort and peaceOf a soul in its earliest love.

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That sweet comfort is mine,Since the favor divineI received through the blood of the Lamb;Since my heart first believed,What a joy I've received,What a heaven in Jesus' dear name!

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'Tis a heaven belowMy Redeemer to know;And the angels can do nothing moreThan to fall at his feet,And the story repeat,And the Lover of sinners adore.

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Jesus all the day longIs my joy and my song;O that all to this refuge might fly!He hath loved me, indeed,He did suffer and bleed,To redeem such a rebel as I.

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On the wings of his love,I am carried aboveAll my sin, and temptation, and pain;O, that all would believe,And by sin never grieve,And thus cause him to suffer again.