O Tender and Sweet Was the Master's Voice

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As he lovingly called to me,

'Come over the line it is only a step--

I am waiting my child, for thee!'

Refrain

'Over the line,' hear the sweet refrain,

Angels are chanting the heavenly strain:

'Over the line,' Why should I remain

With a step between me and Jesus.

(4th v) 'Over the line,' I will not remain,

I'll cross it and go to Jesus. Amen.
But my sins are many, my faith is small,

Lo! the answer came quick and clear;

'Thou needest not trust in thyself at all,

Step over the line, I am here.'

Refrain
But my flesh is weak, I tearfully said,

And the way I cannot see;

I fear if I try I may sadly fail,

And thus may dishonor thee.

Refrain
Ah, the world is cold, and I cannot go back,

Press forward I surely must;

I will place my hand in his wounded palm,

Step over the line, and trust.

Refrain