1 Stranger voices oft I hear,
Calling, softly calling;
Earthly music on my ear
Falling, sweetly falling;
Sweeter far those accents mild,
Fraught with Jesus’ blessing,
When He owns me for His child,
Peace my soul possessing.
2 Strange the forms I sometimes see
At the portal knocking;
They my guests would gladly be,—
I my heart unlocking;
But the Fairest of the fair
Fills my lowly dwelling;
In His love I daily share,
Joy my bosom swelling.
3 Earthly good my soul has tried,
Oft with pleasure ‘luring,
If I’ll only turn aside,
There my all securing;
But I seek a city fair,
Home and rest expecting,
When its glories I shall share,
And its grace reflecting.
Source: Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #234a