A PRESENT-TENSE VERSION OF AN OLD, FAMILIAR HYMN.
By R. F. Cottrell
None should attempt to live on past experience. Oh! how happy are they
Who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above;
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of the soul that abides in his love. That sweet comfort is mine,
Since the favor divine
I received through the blood of the Lamb;
Since my heart has believed,
What a joy I've received,
What a Heaven in Jesus' name. 'Tis a Heaven 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. Jesus all the day long
Is my joy and my song;
Oh! that all to this refuge might fly!
He hath loved me indeed,
He did suffer and bleed,
To redeem such a rebel as I. On the wings of his love,
I am carried above
All my sin, and temptation, and pain;
May I ever believe,
And by sin never grieve,
And cause him to suffer again. Now I'm joyful in hope,
And by faith looking up
To the mansions where Jesus is gone;
And my spirit doth burn,
As I wait his return;
Soon, I know, that glad morning will dawn.