The Sweet Voice

When the ros­es of youth all their beau­ty dis­play

And the world seems as bright as a glad sum­mer day

When our hearts are as hap­py as hap­py can be

There’s a sweet voice that whis­pers

O come un­to Me.

Softly and low

soft­ly and low

Telling of rest in its love-breath­ing tones;

Softly and low

soft­ly and low

Savior

dear Sav­ior

that voice is Thine own.

When we ga­ther with friends in the tem­ple of pray­er

And the eye of our Fa­ther looks down on us there;

When we min­gle our voic­es with hearts glad and free

Still the call is re­peat­ed

O come un­to Me.

Let us come in our youth

and as long as we live

Our af­fect­ion

our wor­ship

to Je­sus we’ll give;

Then

what­ev­er our tri­als or con­flicts may be

Still that sweet voice will whis­per

O come un­to Me.

When the spring­time is over

and sum­mer is past

When the snow­flakes around us are fall­ing at last

To the spir­it how joy­ful the mes­sage will be!

Come and rest you for­ev­er

In glo­ry with Me.