Fellowship Hall

Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of His voice? Do you hear the accents falling, Will you make the precious choice?

I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, Just to hear the accents fall; I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, To the Savior's gentle voice.

By His Spirit He is wooing, Softly drawing us to Him; Thru the day and night pursuing, With His gentle voice to win.

I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, Just to hear the accents fall; I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, To the Savior's gentle voice.

By the word of truth He's speaking To the wand'ring, erring ones; List! the voice, the stillness breaking, Hear the sweet, and solemn tones.

I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, Just to hear the accents fall; I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, To the Savior's gentle voice.

In His providential dealings, Even in His stern decrees; In the loudest thunders pealing, Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, Just to hear the accents fall; I am list'ning, oh, I'm list'ning, To the Savior's gentle voice.