The Sav­ior is bending above thee,
To hear what thy spirit will say,
To the tender embrace of His mercy and grace
Will the answer be Yea, Lord, or Nay?
I died for thee, sweetly He whispers,
See, here are the wounds in My hands;
Thy finger bring near, and touch without fear
The nail prints as o’er thee He stands.

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The Sav­ior is bending above thee,
To hear what thy spirit will say,
To the tender embrace of His mercy and grace,
Will the answer be Yea, Lord, or Nay?

Look up in the face of the Sav­ior,
The thorn crowned yet beau­ti­ful brow;
He waits the reply of thy tear-dimming eye,
Oh, what wilt thou answer Him now?
The Sav­ior is bending above thee,
He asks for thy heart in return,
For the heart that He gave, to ransom and save,
Oh, will not thy glad spirit burn?

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Thou hearest His offers of mercy,
The promise of pardon and peace;
Come, wilt thou not say to His voice a glad Yea,
And bid all thy waverings cease?
The Sav­ior is bending above thee,
His quick ear awaits the glad word,
Lord Je­sus, today, I whisper my Yea,
And know that my answer is heard.

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