Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth Master, let it now be heard. I am list’ning, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? 2 Often through my heart is pealing Many another voice than Thine, Many an unwilled echo stealing From the walls of this Thy shrine. Let Thy longed-for accents fall; Master, speak! and silence all. 3 Master, speak! though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! for oh, Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart. Knowest all its truest need; Speak! and make me blest indeed. 4 Master, speak! and make me ready, When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady, Still to follow every word I am listening, Lord, for Thee: Master, speak, oh, speak to me! 5 Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me; Speak, that I may follow faster, With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock In the shadow of the Rock!
