O, how happy are they, Who their Savior obey, And whose treasure is laid up above; Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace, Of a soul in its earliest love. I__ rode on the sky Freely justified I, Nor__ envied Elijah his seat; My__ soul mounted high'r In a chariot of fire, And the world was put under my feet. O! The rapturous height Of the holy delight Which I felt in the lifegiving blood, Of my Savior possess'd, I was perfectly bless'd, Overwhelm'd by the fullness of God. |
