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

Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna Sweet

Oh, strengthen me, that while I Stand Firm on the Rock, and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestle with the troubled sea.

Oh, 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

Oh, 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.

Oh, fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought, and glowing word, hy love to tell, Thy praise to show.

Oh, use me Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and how, and where; Until Thy blessed face I see, Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.