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. . . .
2. 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.
3. 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.