Speak, O Lord, Thy Servant Heareth



Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth,

To Thy Word I now give heed;

Life and spirit Thy Word beareth,

All Thy Word is true indeed.

Death’s dread pow’r in me is rife;

Jesus, may Thy Word of Life

Fill my soul with love’s strong fervor

That I cling to Thee forever.



Oh, what blessing to be near Thee

And to hearken to Thy voice;

May I ever love and fear Thee

That Thy Word may be my choice!

Oft were hardened sinners, Lord,

Struck with terror by Thy Word;

But to him who for sin grieveth

Comfort sweet and hope it giveth.



Lord, Thy words are waters living

Where I quench my thirsty need;

Lord, Thy words are bread life-giving,

On Thy words my soul doth feed.

Lord, Thy words shall be my light

Through death’s vale and dreary night;

Yea, they are my sword prevailing

And my cup of joy unfailing.



Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee,

May Thy words take root in me;

May this gift from Heav’n enrich me

So that I bear fruit for Thee!

Take them never from my heart

Till I see Thee as Thou art,

When in heav’nly bliss and glory

I shall greet Thee and adore Thee.

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