Lord, speak to me that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy
tone;
As Thou has sought, so let me seek
Thine erring
children lost and lone.
O lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wandering and the
wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy
hungering ones with manna sweet.
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.
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.
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.
O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart
overflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to
tell, Thy praise to show.
O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when,
and where,
Until Thy blessèd face I see,
Thy rest, Thy
joy, Thy glory share.
