Soul, A Savior Thou Art Needing

by Jessie Brown Pounds

Soul, a Savior thou art needing,
Soul a Savior waits for thee!
Hear his words of tender pleading,
Hear His gracious "Come to me."

He has died for thy transgresion,
If thou wilt thou canst be free;
Soul, He waits for thy confession,
"Savior I will go to Thee."

Do not linger till the morrow,
Let thy loving answer be,
"Savior in my joy and sorrow,
I will ever go to Thee."

Chorus

He is calling, softly calling,
On mine ear His voice is falling,
He is calling softly calling,
"Come to Me and be at rest."