For One Fallen from Grack, Hymn 15, Part 1

How happy are they,
Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above,
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort, and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
That comfort was mine,
When the favour Divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy it received,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
Twas an heaven below
My Saviour to know;
The angels could do nothing more
Than fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
O that all His salvation may see!

He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd, and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
On the wings of His love
I was carried above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.
I rode on the sky,
(Freely justified I!)
Nor envied Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.

O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possess'd
I was perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God.