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 Its Still Waters I Lead.

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

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