1 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 Saviour’s voice.
Refrain:
Sweeter than chiming bells,
Softer than evening rills,
The voice that tells of pardon—
Pardon, peace and heaven.
2 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! [Refrain]
3 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! [Refrain]