Do you feel a strange longing within your soul today?
Would you find the straight and narrow way?
Does a voice seem to whisper,
My son, give Me thy heart?
Then the time has come for choosing the better part.
’Tis the still small voice of the Savior calling,
Calling, calling, calling,
Come to Me;
Many years, Lord, I’ve heard Thee, I will no more delay;
Thou shalt call in vain no longer, I now obey.
It would profit you nothing, tho’ all the world you gain,
If in selfish sin you still remain;
All its pomp and its glory, your soul can never save;
It will vanish at the portals, the silent grave.
Are you weak, heavy laden, by sin and woe oppressed?
Hear Him say,
Come unto Me and rest;
Come, oh, come to the Savior, you will not be denied,
If you bring as plea for pardon the Crucified.