The Spirit Tells Me So

On Cal­v’ry’s cross the Sav­ior bled

And died

His love to show;

Thro’ Him eter­nal life I have

The Spir­it tells me so.

My soul is cleansed from in­bred sin

And this is how I know;

The Spir­it an­swers to the blood

And sure­ly tells me so.

The Word of God is strong and clear

By this

His will I know;

But when His will is wrought in me

The Spir­it tells me so.

My heart now feels the sprin­kled blood

That wash­es white as snow;

My soul is cleansed from in­bred sin

The Spir­it tells me so.

Nothing dis­turbs my in­ward peace

No dark or sec­ret foe;

The cleans­ing blood now makes me free

The Spir­it tells me so.

The streams of life from out my heart

In rich abun­dance flow;

No sin pol­lutes the fount­ain deep

The Spir­it tells me so.

No tran­si­ent good al­lures my soul

In world­ly paths to go;

I am the heir of end­less bliss

The Spir­it tells me so.