The Still Small Voice (Petterson)

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.