Hush, My Soul, What Voice Is Pleading?

Hush

my soul

what voice is plead­ing?

Thou canst feel its si­lent pow­er;

Who is this that speaks so gent­ly

In this so­lemn ev­en­ing hour?

Stay

poor sin­ner; life is fleet­ing

And thy soul is dark with­in;

Wilt thou wait till out­er dark­ness

Close in gloom thy life of sin?

Hark! it is a voice of sweet­ness

Tenderly it speaks

and true!

Dark and sad

yet strange­ly yearn­ing

For a peace I nev­er knew.

Half in­clined to stay and list­en

Half in­clined to go away;

Still I lin­ger

for it whis­pers

Harden not thy heart to­day.

What is this that steals be­side me?

Can it be that at my side

In His own mys­te­ri­ous pre­sence

Stands the won­drous Cru­ci­fied?

Why poor sin­ner

wilt thou lin­ger?

I am wait­ing to for­give;

See the mean­ing of these wound prints;

I have died that thou may­est live!

Hush

my soul! It is thy Sav­ior!

And He seeks His lost one now;

He is wait­ing

flee not from Him

Venture near

be­fore Him bow;

Tell Thy sins; He will for­give thee;

And He will not love thee less;

For the hu­man heart of Je­sus

Overflows with ten­der­ness.