I Hear a Voice That Comes from Far

I hear a voice that comes from far;

From Cal­va­ry it sounds abroad;

It soothes my soul

and calms my fear;

It speaks of par­don bought with blood.

And is it true

that ma­ny fly

The sound that bids my soul re­joice;

And ra­ther choose in sin to die

Than turn an ear to mer­cy’s voice!

Alas for those! The day is near

When mer­cy will be heard no more;

Then will they ask in vain to hear

The voice they would not hear be­fore.

With such

I own

I once ap­peared

But now I know how great their loss;

For sweet­er sounds were nev­er heard

Than mer­cy ut­ters from the cross.

But let me not for­get to own

That if I dif­fer aught from those

’Tis due to sov­er­eign grace alone

That oft se­lects its proud­est foes.