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.

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 o'erflow

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 blessed face I see,

Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.

Amen.