I cannot tell you just how I feel.
It comes from God, and I know it's real.
It's a treasure that comes from heavens store.
It will bless and keep me forever more.
The doors of heaven were opened wide,
And Jesus gave me a look inside.
Angels were singing sweet and low,
"Come up, dear soul; don't stay below."
My soul went soaring aloft that night,
Carried above by an angel of light.
Just then I knew that I loved Him most.
He baptized me with the Holy Ghost.
Oh, the joy, the bliss, the wonderful way!
How the thoughts of earth all faded away!
With stammering lips and a trembling chin.
The sweet Holy Ghost came pouring in.
I talk with Him and the angels now
As the Holy Ghost has taught me how.
Although I may speak with the tongues of men,
I know I shall speak to my God again.
This is my hope and my only fear.
Lord, can I feel your presence near?
Holy Ghost, will you always lead the way
And keep me talking to God each day?
Text of Hymn: "Holy Ghost," © Icie E. Sandy Rowand, 2002, all rights reserved.
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