I hear a voice that comes from far; From Calvary it sounds abroad; It soothes my soul, and calms my fear; It speaks of pardon bought with blood. And is it true, that many fly The sound that bids my soul rejoice; And rather choose in sin to die, Than turn an ear to mercy???s voice! Alas for those! The day is near, When mercy will be heard no more; Then will they ask in vain to hear The voice they would not hear before. With such, I own, I once appeared, But now I know how great their loss; For sweeter sounds were never heard Than mercy utters from the cross. But let me not forget to own, That if I differ aught from those, ???Tis due to sovereign grace alone, That oft selects its proudest foes.