463		LM
	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.
2	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.
3	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.
4	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.
5	O, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,     Until my very heart o’erflow In kindling thought and glowing word,     Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
6	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.
	Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79