What still small voice is that I hear,
which rings upon each sinners ear,
which tells of love so full and free?
'Tis God's own voice -- it speaks to thee.
It tells you, weary, anxious one,
Of Him who did for sin atone--
Of Christ upon the rugged tree,
'Tis God's own voice -- it speaks to thee.
It tells the Savior's love, who came,
To bring the lost one home again,
Who shed his blood, the sinner's plea,
'Tis God's own voice -- it speaks to thee.
