Oft have I heard a voice that said,
In tones that were soft and low,
Thy Savior has loved, and loves thee yet;
Then why wilt thou slight Him so?
But where is my soul, where is my soul,
Where is my soul tonight?
That voice pleads on, pleads patiently on,
But where is my soul tonight?
Oft have I heard a warning voice
That urged me to fly from sin;
To open the door I long have closed,
And welcome the Savior in.
Oft have I heard a tender voice,
When troubled and care-oppressed;
And then like a weary child I sighed
In Jesus to find a rest.
Oft have I heard a grieved, sad voice,
Entreating me o’er and o’er;
And if I refuse to hear it now,
Perhaps it will come no more.
O Savior, I yield,
Savior, I yield,
Take Thou my soul tonight.
I now believe, and gladly receive
Thy message of grace tonight.