1  Lord, speak to me, that I may speak

    In living echoes of Thy tone;

    As Thou hast sought, so let me seek

    Thy erring children lost and lone.

 2  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.

 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.

 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 fulness, 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!