Oh, Tender And Sweet Was The Father’s Voice
As He Lovingly Called To Me,
“Come Over The Line, It Is Only A Step—
I’m Waiting, My Child, For Thee.”

“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?

“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’m Here.”

“But My Flesh Is Feeble,” With Tears I Said,
“And The Way I Cannot See;
I Fear If I Try I May Sadly Fail,
And Thus May Dishonor Thee.”

The World Is So Cold That I Cannot Go Back,
Press Forward I Surely Must;
I’ll Lay My Weak Hand In His Wounded Palm,
Step Over The Line, And Trust.

“Over The Line,” Hear The Sweet Refrain,
Angels Are Chanting The Heavenly Strain;
“Over The Line!”—I Will Not Remain,
I’ll Cross It And Go To Jesus.

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