Lord, Speak To Me
Lord, Speak to Me
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.
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.
O fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt and when and where;
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
WHEN FRANCES HAVERGAL was a child, her father nicknamed her “Little Quicksilver.” She had a quick and hungry mind and as a child memorized long passages of Scripture. Her mother died when Frances was only eleven, but one of the last things her mother said to her was, “Pray God to prepare you for all He is preparing for you.”
Shortly before she wrote this hymn at the age of thirty-six, she wrote in a letter, “I am always getting surprised at my own stupidity. . . . If I am to write to any good, a great deal of living must go to a very little writing.” About the same time, she also wrote, “I feel like a child writing. You know a child will look up at every sentence and ask, ‘What shall I say next?’ This is what I do. Every line and word and rhyme comes from God.” She called this hymn “A Worker’s Prayer.”
Work hard so you can present yourself to God and receive his approval. Be a good worker, one who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly explains the word of truth.
2 Timothy 2:15
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