Wartburg Hymnal ‎#4

4. Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth

1 Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth,
To Thy Word I now give heed;
Life and spirit Thy Wort beareth,
All Thy Word is truth indeed;
Death's dread pow'r in me is rife;
Fill my soul with love's strong fervor
That I cling to Thee forever!

2 O 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 for sin who grieveth
Comfort sweet and hope it giveth.

3 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 will be my light
Through death's vale and dreary night;
Yea, they are my sword prevailing,
And my cup of joy unfailing.

4 Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee:
May Thy words take root in me;
May this gift from heaven enrich me
So that I bear fruit for Thee.
Take them never from my heart,
Till I see Thee as Thou art,
When in heavenly bliss and glory
I shall see Thee and adore Thee.

Text Information

• First Line: Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth
• Translator: G. T. Rygh
• Author: Anna Sophia of Hessen-Darmstadt.
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Opening
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Tune: WERDE MUNTER MEIN GEMUTE

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