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| Lord Speak To Me |
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| Lord speak to me, that I may speak |
| In living echoes of Thy tone; |
| As Thou has sought, so let me seek |
| Thine erring children lost and lone. |
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| Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead |
| The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet; |
| Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed |
| Thy hung’ring ones with manna sweet. |
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| Oh, 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. |
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| Oh, 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. |
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| Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me, |
| That I may speak with soothing pow’r |
| A word in season, as from Thee, |
| To weary ones in needful hour. |
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| Oh, 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. |
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| Oh, 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. |
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