First Line: Oh, tender and sweet was the Master's voice,

Oh, tender and sweet was the Master's voice
As He lovingly called to me :
Come over the line ! it is only a
Step----
I am 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 ?

2 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 !

3 But my flesh is weak, I tearfully
And the way I cannot see ; [said,
I fear if I try I may sadly fail,
And thus may dishonour Thee !

4 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,

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 !