When You Hear His Voice

On the mount­ain of sin

You have wan­dered away

Storm and tem­pest about you beat;

You have strug­gled alone

Through the deep mi­ry clay

Sharp rocks have bruised your wea­ry feet.

You may en­ter the Shep­herd’s fold

You may make its peace and com­fort your choice

Safe for­ev­er from storm and cold

If you fol­low when you hear His voice.

Quickly an­swer the Lord

Who is seek­ing for you

Go to meet Him with thank­ful heart;

Follow Him to your home

As He bids you to do.

And from its shel­ter ne’er de­part.

Thro’ the dark­ness of night

He is call­ing to you

He who knows all His sheep by name;

Tho’ your sins have been great

And your mer­its are few

His love will ev­er be the same.