Fellowship Hall

Tho a pilgrim, a stranger, a beggar I be, As here I go traveling on, Tho dearest of friends will not listen to me And chide me for trusting God's Son; Tho the world in its folly, its sin and its shame, Neglectfully turns me away, I still have my Savior, O praise His sweet name, He hears everything that I say.

I know somebody's listening, know somebody's listening, Hears everything that I say, Know somebody answers, know somebody answers, Pray'r that I secretly pray; Know somebody loves me, know somebody loves me, Never will turn me away, Jesus of Mount Calvary, And He hears everything that I say.

Thru the troubles and trials and darkes of night He speaks and I hear His kind voice, Thru darkness He giveth me comfort and light, He keeps me, in Him I rejoice; What more could I ask when the shadows grow dim And kindred and loves ones betray, What more could I cherish than Jesus the Friend Who hears everything that I say.

I know somebody's listening, know somebody's listening, Hears everything that I say, Know somebody answers, know somebody answers, Pray'r that I secretly pray; Know somebody loves me, know somebody loves me, Never will turn me away, Jesus of Mount Calvary, And He hears everything that I say.

Let the world amble on like the Babylon of old, With beauty and charm to allure, My hope in the heavenly treasures untold is far more exceeding and sure; My Redeemer will answer my sad feeble plea And guide me each hour of the day, A wonderful, wonderful Savior is He Who hears everything that I say.

I know somebody's listening, know somebody's listening, Hears everything that I say, Know somebody answers, know somebody answers, Pray'r that I secretly pray; Know somebody loves me, know somebody loves me, Never will turn me away, Jesus of Mount Calvary, And He hears everything that I say.