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Verse 1

Oh, how happy are they
Who their Savior obey,
And have laid up their treasures above;
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.

Verse 2

That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believed,
What a joy I received,
What a heaven in Jesus’ name.

Verse 3

’Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.

Verse 4

Jesus, all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died
To redeem such a rebel as me.

Verse 5

On the wings of his love
I was carried above
All sin and temptation and pain,
And I could not believe
That I ever should grieve--
That I ever should suffer again.

Verse 6

I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of tire,
And the moon it was under my feet.

Verse 7

O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood,
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfectly blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God.

Verse 8

Never more will I stray
From my Savior away,
But I’ll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

Verse 1

There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection’s tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
’Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho’ that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.

Verse 2

Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder’s roar,
Beneath, the wave’s commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.

Verse 3

Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.

Verse 4

O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.

Verse 1

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Verse 2

Tho’ Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

Verse 3

My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho’t--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

Verse 4

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”--it is well with my soul.

Verse 1

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.

Verse 2

While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
“Lord! I would receive my sight.”

Verse 3

I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.

Verse 4

Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!

Verse 5

Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.

Verse 1

“Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!”
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
“Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.”

Verse 2

Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
“Come, and ask me what you will.”

Verse 3

Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

Verse 4

“Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!”
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

Verse 5

Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
“Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!

Verse 6

“Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see.”

Verse 1

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Refrain

This is my abiding place,
Clothed with his abounding grace,
Looking upward to his face,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Verse 2

Christ is mine in storm and calm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
All my wounds are filled with balm,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Verse 3

Here I rest from toil and strife,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Safe beneath the Tree of Life,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Verse 4

Come ye guilty and be healed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus;
Freely is God’s love revealed,
Sitting at the feet of Jesus.