| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Poems.
II. A Worker’s Prayer | | By Frances Ridley Havergal (1836–1879) |
| | | 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. | |
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| O lead me, Lord, that I may lead | 5 |
| The wandering and the wavering feet; | |
| O feed me, Lord, that I may feed | |
| Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. | |
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| O strengthen me, that while I stand | |
| Firm on the Rock and strong in Thee, | 10 |
| I may stretch out a loving hand | |
| To wrestlers with the troubled sea. | |
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| O teach me, Lord, that I may teach | |
| The precious things Thou dost impart; | |
| And wing my words, that they may reach | 15 |
| The hidden depths of many a heart. | |
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| O give Thine own sweet rest to me, | |
| That I may speak with soothing power | |
| A word in season, as from Thee, | |
| To weary ones in needful hour. | 20 |
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| O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord, | |
| Until my very heart o’erflow | |
| In kindling thought and glowing word, | |
| Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. | |
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| O use me, Lord, use even me, | 25 |
| Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where; | |
| Until Thy blessèd Face I see, | |
| Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. | | | | |
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