Speak, Lord, in the still­ness
While I wait on Thee;
Hushed my heart to list­en,
In ex­pect­an­cy.

Speak, O bless­èd Mas­ter,
In this qui­et hour,
Let me see Thy face, Lord,
Feel Thy touch of pow­er.

For the words Thou speak­est,
They are life in­deed;
Living bread from Hea­ven,
Now my spir­it feed!

All to Thee is yield­ed,
I am not my own;
Blissful, glad sur­rend­er,
I am Thine alone.

Speak, Thy ser­vant hear­eth!
Be not si­lent, Lord;
Waits my soul up­on Thee
For the quick­en­ing word!

Fill me with the know­ledge
Of Thy glo­ri­ous will;
All Thine own good plea­sure
In my life ful­fill.

Like a wa­tered gar­den
Full of frag­rance rare,
Lingering in Thy pre­sence
Let my life ap­pear.