We need to recall the joy of believing!  We should all be first-generation Christians,  This Wesley hymn catches that truth.

1. Happy the souls that first believed,
To Jesus and each other cleaved;
Joined, by the unction from above,
In mystic fellowship of love.

2. Meek, simple followers of the Lamb,
They lived, and spake, and thought the same:
They joyfully conspired to raise
Their ceaseless sacrifices of praise.

3. With grace abundantly endued,
A pure believing multitude,
They all were of one heart and soul,
And only love inspired the whole.

4. O what an age of golden days!
O what a choice peculiar race!
Washed in the Lamb’s all cleansing blood,
Anointed Kings and Priests to God!

5. Where shall I wander now to find,
The Successors they left behind?
The faithful, whom I seek in vain,
Are ‘minished from the sons of men.