I Hear a Voice, ’Tis Soft and Sweet

I hear a voice

’tis soft and sweet

It bids my sin-sick soul re­joice;

The same was heard in Sa­lem’s street

And in the mount­ain’s cool re­treat

My Sav­ior’s voice.

Sweeter than chim­ing bells

Softer than ev­en­ing rills

The voice that tells of par­don—

Pardon

peace

and Heav’n.

When wea­ry with my load of guilt

I’ll not for­get that Christ is all;

For me His pre­cious blood was spilt;

He sweet­ly says

Come

if thou wilt;

How glad the call!

My soul is trou­bled like the sea

The surg­ing bil­lows roll around;

But He who calmed far Ga­li­lee

Doth kind­ly say

Peace be to thee;

How blest the sound!