Master, speak! Thy servant heareth

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!