My Sheep Know My Voice,
And The Path That I Take,
They Follow Wherever I Go;
My Sheep Know My Voice
And Come At My Call,
But A Stranger’s Voice
Do They Not Know.

My Sheep Know My Voice,
And Day By Day,
They Abide In The Fold,
And Go Not Astray;
They Love Me Because
I Have Made Them My Choice,
And They Follow My Call,
For My Sheep Know My Voice.

My Sheep Know My Voice,
And The Pastures Of Green,
Where I Lead Them So Often To Feed;
My Sheep Know My Voice,
And The Cool Sparkling Stream,
Where Beside It’s Still Waters I Lead.

My Sheep Know My Voice,
And The Valley Of Death,
Through Which I Shall Lead Them
Some Day But No Danger Nor
Harm Can Touch One Of Them,
For I Will Be With Them Always.