Jesus is plead­ing with my poor soul,
Shall I be saved to­night?
If I be­lieve, He will make me whole,
Shall I be saved to­night?
Tenderly, sad­ly, I hear Him say,
How can you grieve Me from day to day?
Shall I go on in the old, old way,
Or shall I be saved to­night?

Jesus was nailed to the cross for me,
Shall I be saved to­night?
How can my heart so un­grate­ful be?
Shall I be saved to­night?
Now He will save me by grace di­vine.
Now, if I will, I can call Him mine.
Can I the plea­sures of earth re­sign?
Oh shall I be saved to­night?

Jesus is knock­ing at my poor heart,
Shall I be saved to­night?
What if His Spir­it should now de­part?
Shall I be saved to­night?
Over and ov­er His voice I hear,
Sweetly it falls on my list­en­ing ear,
Shall I re­ject Him, a friend so dear?
Oh shall I be saved to­night?

What if that voice I should hear no more,
Shall I be saved to­night?
Quickly I’ll op­en this bolt­ed door.
Save me, O Lord, to­night.
Blessèd Re­deem­er, come in, come in,
Pity my sor­row, for­give my sin.
Now let Thy work in my soul be­gin,
For I will be saved to­night.