The Savior Is Bending

The Sav­ior is bend­ing ab­ove thee

To hear what thy spir­it will say

To the ten­der em­brace of His mer­cy and grace

Will the an­swer be Yea

Lord

or Nay?

I died for thee

sweet­ly He whis­pers

Thy fin­ger bring near

and touch with­out fear

See

here are the wounds in My hands;

The nail prints

as o’er thee He stands.

The Sav­ior is bend­ing ab­ove thee

To hear what thy spir­it will say

To the ten­der em­brace of His mer­cy and grace

Will the answer be Yea

Lord

or Nay?

Look up in the face of the Sav­ior

The thorn crowned yet beau­ti­ful brow;

He waits the re­ply of thy tear-dim­ming eye

Oh

what wilt thou an­swer Him now?

The Sav­ior is bend­ing ab­ove thee

He asks for thy heart in re­turn

For the heart that He gave

to ran­som and save

Oh

will not thy glad spir­it burn?

Thou hear­est His of­fers of mercy

The pro­mise of par­don and peace;

Come

wilt thou not say to His voice a glad Yea

And bid all thy wa­ver­ings cease?

The Sav­ior is bend­ing ab­ove thee

His quick ear awaits the glad word

Lord Je­sus

today

I whis­per my Yea

And know that my an­swer is heard.