Speak, Lord, in the stillness while I wait for Thee;

Hushed my heart to listen, in expectancy.

Speak, O Blessed Master, in this quiet hour,

Let me see Thy face, Lord, feel Thy touch of power.

For the words Thou speakest, they are life indeed;

Living Bread from Heaven, now my spirit feed.

All to Thee is yielded, I am not my own;

Blissful, glad surrender, I am Thine alone.

Speak, Thy servant heareth! Be not silent, Lord;

Waits my soul upon Thee for Thy quickening Word!

Fill me with the knowledge of Thy glorious will;

All Thine own good pleasure in my life fulfill.

Like a watered garden full of fragrance sweet,

Ling’ring in Thy presence, in Thy Word we meet.

Ending:

Speak, Lord, in the stillness.

Speak, Thy servant heareth.

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