SPEAK to me Saviour, Master Lord
In gracious words and clear,
In tender accents or in grave,
But make Thy servant bear.
‘Tis not in man, O! Lord, to guide
Or to direct his way:
I need Thy wisdom and Thy light.
Instructing day by day.
The path is difficult and dark
If Thou be not with me
Give me thy presence, darkness then
And difficulties flee.
Thy will is right whate’er it be.
Wherever it may lead;
Teach me to tread the way that’s best,
By mountain or by mead.
Tis not for long, the toilsome read
Leads to Thy peaceful rest,
The home of love and light and song
The mansions of the blest.
Keep Thou my hands in Thine, until
The Father’s house, I see;
Till like Thee, with Thee there I dwell
For all eternity.
INGLIS FLEMING