Though I My Savior May Not See

Tho’ I my Saviour may not see,
Yet every hour He speaks to me,
And since I made of Him my choice,
O 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;
O praise the Lord I know His voice.

How often, tho’ 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. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]