Speak, O Lord, Thy servant hear­eth,
To Thy Word I now give heed;
Life and spirit Thy Word bear­eth,
All Thy Word is true in­deed.
Death’s dread power in me is rife;
Jesus, may Thy Word of Life
Fill my soul with love’s strong fer­vor
That I cling to Thee for­ev­er.

Oh, what blessing to be near Thee
And to hearken to Thy voice;
May I ever love and fear Thee
That Thy Word may be my choice!
Oft were hardened sinners, Lord,
Struck with terror by Thy Word;
But to him who for sin griev­eth
Comfort sweet and hope it giv­eth.

Lord, Thy words are waters liv­ing
Where I quench my thirsty need;
Lord, Thy words are bread life-giv­ing,
On Thy words my soul doth feed.
Lord, Thy words shall be my light
Through death’s vale and drea­ry night;
Yea, they are my sword pre­vail­ing
And my cup of joy un­fail­ing.

Precious Je­sus, I be­seech Thee,
May Thy words take root in me;
May this gift from Heav’n en­rich me
So that I bear fruit for Thee!
Take them ne­ver from my heart
Till I see Thee as Thou art,
When in heav’nly bliss and glo­ry
I shall greet Thee and adore Thee.