Master
speak! Thy servant heareth
Waiting for Thy gracious word
Longing for Thy voice that cheereth
Master
let it now be heard.
I am list’ning
Lord
for Thee;
What hast Thou to say to me?
Often through my heart is pealing
Many another voice than Thine
Many an unwilled echo stealing
From the walls of this Thy shrine.
Let Thy longed-for accents fall;
Master
speak! and silence all.
Master
speak! though least and lowest
Let me not unheard depart;
Master
speak! for oh
Thou knowest
All the yearning of my heart.
Knowest all its truest need;
Speak! and make me blest indeed.
Master
speak! and make me ready
When Thy voice is truly heard
With obedience glad and steady
Still to follow every word
I am listening
Lord
for Thee:
Master
speak
oh
speak to me!
Speak to me by name
O Master
Let me know it is to me;
Speak
that I may follow faster
With a step more firm and free
Where the Shepherd leads the flock
In the shadow of the Rock!