His Sweet Voice

Once I wandered so far away From my Good Savior Jesus He came to me, He Who saved me And called for me to return

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”

Cruel thorns left my feet to bleed out Wounds and agony unparalleled I heard the Voice, call out to me “Thou art in error return.”

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”

Never did I ever care to Heed to Him nor to His words Therefore I walked away with His Warnings of pain in contempt

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”

My path grew ever more treacherous Menacing darkness has prevailed I cried in my profound anguish “Where is Thy delightful Face?”

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”

My grief has exceeded limits Due to my straying away Desolated, I requested “O my Savior! Come to me!”

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”

Straight away a light shone brightly O how radiant it was! My tender Redeemer with a Smile appeared to my aid

His sweet voice did call me, call me “Prolong not thy straying away O dear child, return quickly And come to Me, come to Me”