Has the voice of Jesus sounded
In thy heart, in tones of grace,
All the blessedness of pardon,
And the restfulness of peace
All the fullness of the portion
He has for thee, He has for thee?

He has called in love so constant;
He has knocked so oft before;
Yet thy heart’s door has not opened,
Now He comes and knocks once more:
Wilt thou keep Him longer waiting
With thee to dwell, with thee to dwell?

See Him in His dying anguish,
All the darkness gath’ring in!
Light and glory from Him hidden,
God is judging Him for sin.
By His death His love is proven
His love for thee, His love for thee!

Dost thou spurn His love and mercy,
Turn His nail pierced hand away?
Careless of His depths of suff’ring,
Still resist Love’s healing sway,
And refuse His love and blessing
His gift for thee, His gift for thee?

Fast the day its course is running,
Soon the door will close to all:
O receive Him, lest tomorrow
Jesu’s voice should cease to call,
And its accents, sweet and gentle,
Be heard no more, be heard no more!