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.

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