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,
Thy fin­ger bring near, and touch with­out fear
See, here are the wounds in My hands;
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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