I have heard the still small voice,
Dealing with my inmost soul,
Face to face with life’s great choice:
Shall the Savior make me whole?
I will confess Him, Jesus my Savior,
Jesus who died for sinners like me;
Why should I doubt,
And why should I waver?
I will confess Him, my Savior is He.
He has sought me many years,
Tracking me in all my sin,
Shed for me His blood and tears;
Now He cries,
O let Me in.
In my soul the fight is on—
Satan wants to keep me still;
But to him, I cry,
Jesus, now possess my will.
I confess Thee now my Lord.
Thou hast won me by Thy love.
I will now proclaim Thy word
Till with Thee in Heav’n above.