I hear a lov­ing voice that calls me o’er and o’er
That bids me lay my bur­den down, and rest for­ev­er­more.
I hear a lov­ing voice, ’tis Thine, O Lamb of God,
Who from the cra­dle to the cross the path of sor­row trod.

I hear Thy warn­ing voice; O let me not de­lay;
I must be saved by Thee alone, there is no oth­er way;
Thy Word my on­ly plea, I come with­out a fear;
I seek thee while Thou canst be found, and call while Thou art near.

O, pa­tient, lov­ing voice! O firm, abid­ing Friend,
I now ac­cept Thy of­fered grace: Lord, keep me to the end.
My soul with rap­ture filled, Thy won­ders shall pro­claim;
My tongue shall sing Thy right­eous­ness, my life con­fess Thy name.