How happy are they who their Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above! Tongue can not express the sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love! 2 This comfort is mine, since the favor divine I have found in the blood of the Lamb: Since the truth I believed what a joy I’ve received, What a heaven in Jesus’ blest name! 3 ’Tis a heavén 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! 4 Jesus all the day long is my joy and my song; O that all to this refuge may fly! He has loved me, I cried, he has suffered and died To redeem such a rebel as I! 5 On the wings of his love I am carried above All my sin, and temptation, and pain; O why should I grieve, while on him I believe! O why should I sorrow again! 6 O the rapturous hight of that holy delight, Which I find in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possessed, I am perfectly blessed, Being filled with the fullness of God! 7 Now my remnant of days will I spend to his praise Who has died me from sin to redeem; Whether many or few, all my years are his due; They shall all be devoted to him. 8 What a mercy is this! what a heaven of bliss! How unspeakably happy am I! Gathered into the fold, with believers enrolled— With believers to live and to die! SPIRIT OF ADOPTION. 409 L. M. You hath he quickened. Col. 2:13. Like morning—when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light— 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o’er The spirit dark and lost before; And, freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there. 3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire; But when he swept its chords along, Then angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise, In music worthy of the skies. 410 L. M. The gift of the Holy Spirit. Acts 2:38. O Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest In such a wretched heart as mine! Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest! Favor astonishing, divine! 2 When sin prevails, and gloomy fear, And hope almost expires in night, Lord, can thy Spirit then be here, Great Spring of comfort, life, and light? 3 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh! ’Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes for ever die, And every cheering ray depart.