1 Our Saviour's voice is soft and sweet,
When, bending from above,
He bids us gather round His feet,
And calls us by His love.
2 He leads to heav'n where angels dwell,
He saves from endless woe;
Our lips, our lives, can never tell
How much to Christ we owe.
3 But while our youthful hearts rejoice,
That thus He bids us come,
Jesus, we cry with pleading voice,
Bring heathen wand'rers home.
4 They never heard the Saviour's name,
They have not learnt His way,
They do not know His grace who came
To take their sins away.
5 Dear Saviour, let the joyful sound,
In distant lands be heard;
And oh, wherever sin is found,
Send forth Thy pard'ning word.
6 And if our lips may breathe the pray'r,
Tho' raised in trembling fear,
Oh, let Thy pow'r our hearts prepare,
And choose some heralds here.
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #407