Saturday, July 3, 2010

It's Real

Oh, how well do I remember how I doubted day by day
For I did not know for certain that my sins were washed away
When the Spirit tried to tell me, I would not truth receive
I endeavoured to be happy, and to make myself believe.

When the truth came close and searching, all my joy would disappear
For I did not have the witness of the Spirit bright and clear
If at times the coming judgement would appear before my mind
O it made me so uneasy, for God's smile I could not find.

But at last I tired of living such a life of fear and doubt
For I wanted God to give me something I would know about
So the truth would make me happy, and the light would clearly shine
And the Spirit have assurance that I'm His and He is mine.

So I prayed to God in earnest, and not caring what folks said
I was hungry for salvation; my poor soul it must be fed
When at last by faith I touched Him, and, like sparks from smitten steel
Just so quick salvation reached me. O bless God I know it's real!

But it's real, it's real, O I know it's real
Praise God, the doubts are settled and I know it's real!

H.L. Cox

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