“Master speak Thy servant heareth, waiting for Thy gracious word; longing for the voice that cheereth, Master let it now be heard. I am listening Lord for Thee, what has Thou to say to me?”

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. Master, speak! though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! for oh, Thou knowest   All the yearnings of my heart. Knowest all its truest need; speak! and make me blest indeed. 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! 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!