LORD, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of Thy tone; As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children, lost and lone. O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. O strengthen me, that while I stand Firm on the Rock and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestlers with the troubled sea. O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things Thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. O give Thine own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from Thee, To weary ones in needful hour. O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where; Until Thy blessed Face I see, Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE THIRD OF FEBRUARY, 1852 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON WRITTEN AT SEA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LEFT ON THE BATTLE-FIELD by SARAH TITTLE BOLTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |