Oft Have I Heard A Voice That Said


Oft have I heard a voice that said,
In tones that were soft and low,
“Thy Saviour has lov’d, 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 urg’d me to fly from sin;
To open the door I long have clos’d
And welcome the Saviour in.

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 tender voice,
When troubled and care oppress’d,
And then like a weary child I sigh’d
In Jesus to find a rest.

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 griev’d, sad voice,
Entreating me o’er and o’er;
And if I refuse to hear it now,
Perhaps it will come no more.

O Saviour I yield, Saviour I yield,
Take thou my soul tonight.
I now believe, and gladly receive
Thy message of grace tonight.