1 Speak, O Lord, your servant listens,
Let your Word to me come near;
New-born life and spirit give me,
Let each promise still my fear.
Death's dread pow'r, its inward strife,
Wars against your Word of life;
Fill me, Lord, with love's strong fervor
That I cling to you forever!

2 Oh, what blessing to be near you
And to listen to your voice;
Let me ever love and hear you,
Let your Word be now my choice!
Many hardened sinners, Lord,
Flee in terror at your Word,
But to me, who know my burden,
Show me now your Word of pardon!

3 Lord, your words are waters living,
When my thirsting spirit pleads;
Lord, your words are bread life-giving,
On your words my spirit feeds.
Lord, your words will be my light
Through death's vale, its dreary night;
Yes, they are my sword prevailing,
And my cup of joy unfailing!

4 Precious Jesus, I entreat you,
Let your words in me take root;
Let this gift of heav'n enrich me
So that I bring gen'rous fruit:
Never take them from my heart
Till I see you as your are,
When in heav'nly bliss and glory
I will meet you and adore you!