On the desert mountain straying,
Far, far from home,
Heard I there a sweet voice, saying,
Why wilt Thou roam?
’Twas my blessèd 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.
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.