1 My Saviour, let me hear thy voice
Pronounce the words of peace;
And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate thy grace.
2 With gentle smiles call me thy child,
And speak my sins forgiv'n;
The accents mild shall charm mine ear
All like the harps of heaven.
3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I'll tread;
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.
4 When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know;
That hand, which scatters pardon down,
Shall crowns of life bestow.
5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due!
With wonder I adore;
But could I sing as angels do,
My highest praise were poor.
Source: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #LXXIII