Little Samuel

When little Sam­uel woke

And heard his Mak­er’s voice

At ev­ery word He spoke

How much did he re­joice;

O bless­èd

hap­py child! to find

The God of Heav’n so mild and kind.

If God would speak to me

And say He was my friend

How hap­py I should be!

Oh! how would I at­tend!

The small­est sin I then should fear

If God Al­migh­ty were so near.

And does He nev­er speak?

Oh! yes; for in His Word

He bids me come and seek

The God whom Sam­uel heard:

In al­most ev­ery page I see

The God of Sam­uel calls to me.

And I

be­neath His care

May safe­ly rest my head;

I know that God is there

To guard my hum­ble bed:

And ev­ery sin I may well fear

Since God Al­migh­ty is so near.

Like Sam­uel

let me say

Whene’er I read His Word

Speak

Lord

I would ob­ey

The voice that Sam­uel heard;

And when I in Thy house ap­pear

Speak

for Thy serv­ant waits to hear.