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 pow­er 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.