Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus!

Speak

I pray Thee

gen­tle Je­sus!

O

how pass­ing sweet Thy words

Breathing o’er my trou­bled spir­it

Peace which nev­er earth af­fords.

All the world’s dis­tract­ing voic­es

All th’en­tic­ing tones of ill

At Thy ac­cents mild

me­lo­di­ous

Are sub­dued

and all is still.

Tell me Thou art mine

O Sav­ior

Grant me an as­sur­ance clear;

Banish all my dark mis­giv­ings

Still my doubt­ing

calm my fear.

O

my soul with­in me yearn­eth

Now to hear Thy voice di­vine;

So shall grief be gone for ev­er

And des­pair no more be mine.