Oft have I heard a voice that said,
In tones that were soft and low,
Thy Sav­ior has loved, and loves thee yet;
Then why wilt thou slight Him so?

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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 urged me to fly from sin;
To op­en the door I long have closed,
And wel­come the Sav­ior in.

Refrain

Oft have I heard a ten­der voice,
When trou­bled and care-op­pressed;
And then like a wea­ry child I sighed
In Je­sus to find a rest.

Refrain

Oft have I heard a grieved, sad voice,
Entreating me o’er and o’er;
And if I re­fuse to hear it now,
Perhaps it will come no more.

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