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 wand ring and the wav’ring feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hung'ring 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 hearts.

O give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing pow'r
A Word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in neeedful 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, us and where,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessėd face I see.
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.