Hark, my soul! It is the Lord,
‘Tis thy Savior, hear his word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee:
Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?
Let those who would see glory now draw near,
The Lord of Love has called the jubil year.
Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.