J. H. Lester (665/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

J. H. Lester HUSH, my soul, what Voice is pleading? Thou canst feel its silent power; Who is this that speaks so gently In this solemn evening hour? Dark and sad, yet strangely yearning For a peace I never knew, Half-inclined to stay and listen, Half-inclined to go away; Still I linger, for it whispers, Harden not thy heart today. 3 What is this that steals upon me? Can it be that at my side, In His own mysterious Presence, Stands the wondrous Crucified? “Why, poor sinner, wilt thou linger? I am waiting to forgive; See the meaning of these wound-prints; I have died, that thou mayest live.” 4 Hush, my soul, it is thy Saviour! And He seeks His lost one now; He is waiting; flee not from Him, Venture near, before Him bow; Tell thy sins, He will forgive thee; And He will not love thee less; For the human heart of Jesus Overflows with tenderness.