Who comes to me, I will
In no wise cast away.
Just as you are, then, come;
Secure his pardoning love,
And have, at last, the bliss,
And joy of Heaven above.
My Sheep Hear My Voice.
The voice of a stranger my sheep will not hear;
I know them, they follow, my words reach their ear.
I’ll lead them, direct them, they never need stray,