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