260 Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth,

1 Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth, To Thy word I now give heed; Life and spirit Thy word beareth, All Thy word is truth 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 for ever. 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 shall 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. 5 All the world is full of sorrow; Dearest Jesus, hear Thou me: Come what may today, tomorrow, May I firmly stand with Thee On Thy word's unfaltering ground; And when death's dread call shall sound, I shall sing in its dark mazes To Thy name my grateful praises.