Speak, Lord, in Thy stillness,

While I wait on 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 pow’r.

For the words Thou speakest,

“They are life indeed,”

Living bread from heaven,

Now in spirit feed!

Satiate my being,

With Thy fullness fill;

As the dew descending,

Let Thy speech distill.

All to Thee is yielded,

I am not mine own;

Blissful, glad surrender,

I am Thine alone.

Speak, Thy servant heareth,

Be not silent Lord!

Waits my soul upon Thee

For the quick’ning word!

Fill me with the knowledge

Of Thy glorious will;

All Thine own good pleasure

In Thy child fulfill.