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Lord Speak To Me |
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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. |
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Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead |
The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet; |
Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed |
Thy hung’ring ones with manna sweet. |
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Oh, 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. |
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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. |
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Oh, 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 needful hour. |
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Oh, 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. |
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Oh, 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. |
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