Earth’s ten thou­sand voic­es
Daily rise and fall;
But there’s one with­in me
Clearer than them all.
’Tis the voice of Je­sus;
And I do not know
When its tones first sound­ed,
’Tis so long ago.

As the days of child­hood
Happily have sped,
Oft the voice has thrilled me:
Follow Me! it said.
Either in the ac­cents
Of au­tho­ri­ty,
Or of love sore wound­ed,
As from Cal­va­ry.

Speak, Thy ser­vant hear­eth;
Speak what­e’er Thou wilt;
Let me know Thy mer­cy;
Let me know my guilt.
Conquer my per­verse­ness;
Cure me of de­lay;
Save me, Lord and Sav­ior,
Save—this ve­ry day.