Though I my Saviour may not see,
Yet every hour He speaks to me;
And since I made of Him my choice,
Oh, praise the Lord, I know His voice!
I know His voice, my Saviour's voice
And oh, it makes my heart rejoice,
Whenever He shall speak to me >
Oh, praise the Lord! I know His voice.
How often, though I see no form,
I hear His voice above the storm;
He bids the waves their tumult cease:
The sun breaks forth, and all is peace.
I know His voice, my Saviour's voice
And oh, it makes my heart rejoice,
Whenever He shall speak to me >
Oh, praise the Lord! I know His voice.
He speaks to me of truth and right,
Of joy and rest beyond our sight;
He speaks to me of peace and love,
And tells me of the home above.
I know His voice, my Saviour's voice
And oh, it makes my heart rejoice,
Whenever He shall speak to me >
Oh, praise the Lord! I know His voice.