What still small Voice is that I hear,
Which rings upon the sinner’s ear,
And tells of love, so full and free?
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!
Chorus:
Do not, O sinner, slight the call!
Now low before the Saviour fall!
‘Tis mercy’s day: O bow the knee!
God’s still small voice inviteth thee!

It tells the, careless, thoughtless, one,
Of death and judgment yet to come!
It tells thee from the wrath to flee:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!

It tells thee, weary, anxious one,
Of Christ, who did for sin atone,
Of Christ, made sin upon the tree:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!

O soul, it tells of boundless grace,
Of God the Father’s sweet embrace!
It tells that saved thou mayest be:
‘Tis God’s own voice! it pleads with thee!