When I read how my
Savior was nailed to the cross,
For the sins of
the world to atone,
Oh, I feel so
unworthy such suffering and loss,
For I know in my
heart what it means.
I know in my heart
what it means,
Salvation, that
word so divine;
His Spirit has
witnessed to mine,
And I know in my
heart what it means.
When the gospel is
preached in the name of the Lord
By the Spirit sent
down from above,
My soul thrills
with joy at the sound of his word,
For I know in my
heart what it means.
I know in my heart
what it means,
Salvation, that
word so divine;
His Spirit has
witnessed to mine,
And I know in my
heart what it means.
When the sweet
songs of Zion are floating above,
And the saints all
rejoice in the Lord,
I am happy in
Jesus and lost in his love,
For I know in my
heart what it means.
I know in my heart
what it means,
Salvation, that
word so divine;
His Spirit has
witnessed to mine,
And I know in my
heart what it means.
And when others
proclaim that salvation is free,
When they tell of
the soul-cleansing blood,
I, too, can
rejoice, for he’s sanctified me,
And I know in my
heart what it means.
I know in my heart
what it means,
Salvation, that
word so divine;
His Spirit has
witnessed to mine,
And I know in my
heart what it means.