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| G | D | G | |
| Lord, speak to me that | I may | speak |
| C | D | A7 | D | |
| In | living echoes | of | Thy | tone; |
| G | D | G | |
| As | Thou has sought, so | let me | seek |
| C | D7 | G | |
| Thine | 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 overflow |
| 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 blessèd face I see, |
| Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. |
