1 Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of thy tone;
As thou has sought so let me seek
Thy erring children lost and lone.
2 O lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wandering and the lonely feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
3 O strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the rock, and strong in thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
4 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
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5 O give thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power
A word in season, as from thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
6 O fill me with thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, thy praise to show.
7 O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.
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