It’s Real

O 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 the truth re­ceive;

I en­dea­vored to be hap­py

And to make my­self be­lieve.

But it’s real

it’s real!

O I know it’s real

Praise God

the doubts are set­tled

For I know

I know it’s real!

When the truth came close and search­ing

All my joys would dis­ap­pear

For I did not have the wit­ness

Of the Spir­it bright and clear.

If at times the com­ing judg­ment

Would ap­pear be­fore my mind

O it made me so un­ea­sy

For God’s smile I could not find.

When the Lord sent faith­ful serv­ants

Who would dare to preach the truth

How my heart did so con­demn me

As the Spir­it gave re­proof!

Satan said at once

Twill ru­in

You now to con­fess your state;

Keep on work­ing and pro­fess­ing

And you’ll en­ter Heav­en’s gate.

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 gave 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 the bless­ing;

My pour soul—it must be fed.

Then 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!