Over the Line

Oh

ten­der and sweet was the Mas­ter’s voice

As He lov­ing­ly called to me

Come ov­er the line

it is on­ly a step—

I am wait­ing

My child

for thee.

Over the line

hear the sweet re­frain

Angels are chant­ing the heav­en­ly strain:

Over the line

why should I re­main

With a step be­tween me and Je­sus?

But my sins are ma­ny

my faith is small;

Lo! the an­swer came quick and clear;

Thou need­est not trust in thy­self at all

Step ov­er the line

I am here.

But my flesh is weak

I tear­ful­ly said

And the way I can­not see;

I fear if I try I may sad­ly fail

And thus may dis­hon­or Thee.

Ah

the world is cold

and I can­not go back

Press for­ward I sure­ly must;

I will place my hand in His wound­ed palm

Step over the line

and trust.

Over the line

hear the sweet re­frain

Angels are chant­ing the heav­en­ly strain:

Over the line

I will not re­main;

I’ll cross it and go to Je­sus.