On the desert mountain straying
Far, far from home
Heard I there a sweet voice, saying
Why wilt Thou roam?
’Twas my blessed Lord that sought me
Out of sin to grace He brought me
Oh the glad, new song He taught me
Praise, praise His Name
At a throne of mercy kneeling
Sad and oppressed
Came that voice, to me revealing
Hope, life and rest
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Oft I heard that voice repeating
I am the Way
Tarry not, the hours are fleeting
Come, come today
When from glory unto glory
My flight shall be
Still I’ll sing the precious story
Savior, of Thee
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