O speak to me, dear Je­sus,
This world is wide and cold,
And something in its weary round
Makes sad the heart and old;
Then speak to me, dear Je­sus,
Some tender word of Thine,
Till all the soul within me
Leaps up with life divine.

O speak to me, dear Je­sus,
When wild temptations rise;
Tear from my heart each idle hope,
These refuges of lies:
Build me upon Thee, Je­sus,
Lest slipping I should fall;
I shiver ’mid the darkness:
Be Thou my all in all.

Speak Thou to me, dear Je­sus,
As once, in olden times,
Thou didst in lonely Patmos isle
In visioned brightness shine,
Before the loved Apostle,
Till all His sadness fled,
As standing there in glo­ry,
In spirit he was led.

Then whisper to me, Je­sus,
Deep, deep within my soul;
And thus, the actions visible,
By hidden springs control;
Each day must have an ending,
Each day, however long;
Time’s notes e’en now are blending
With Heav’n’s eter­nal song.