292 ~ O How Happy Are They
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O how happy are they Who their Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love.
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That sweet comfort is mine, Since the favor divine I 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 below My Redeemer to know; And the angels can do nothing more Than to fall at His feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore.
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Jesus all the day long Is 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 above All my sin, and temptation, and pain; O, that all would believe, And by sin never grieve, And thus cause Him to suffer again.