Have you not a word for Jesus?
Not a word to say for Him?
He is listening through the chorus
Of the burning seraphim!
He is listening; Does He hear you
Speaking of the things of earth,
Only of its passing pleasure,
Selfish sorrow, empty mirth?
He has spoken words of blessing,
Pardon, peace and love to you,
Glorious hopes and gracious comfort,
Strong and tender, sweet and true;
Does He hear you telling others
Something of His love untold,
Overflowings of thanksgiving
For His mercies manifold?
Yours may be the joy and honor
His redeemed ones to bring,
Jewels for the coronation
Of the coming Lord and King.
Will you cast away the gladness
Thus your Master’s joy to share,
All because a word for Jesus
Seems too much for you to dare?
What shall be our word for Jesus?
Master, give it day by day;
Even as the need arises,
Teach Thy children what to say.
Give us holy love and patience;
Grant us deep humility,
That of self we may be emptied,
And our hearts be full of Thee.
Give us zeal and faith and fervor,
Make us winning, make us wise,
Single-hearted, strong and fearless:
Thou hast called us, we will rise!
Let the might of Thine own Spirit
Go with every loving word;
And by hearts prepared and opened,
Be our message always heard!
Have you not a word for Jesus?
Will the world His praise proclaim?
Who shall speak if ye are silent?
Ye who know and love His name.
You, whom He hath called and chosen
His own witnesses to be,
Will you tell your gracious Master,
“Lord, we cannot speak for Thee”?
“Cannot!” though He suffered for you,
Died because He loved you so!
“Cannot!” though He has forgiven,
Making scarlet white as snow!
“Cannot!” though His grace abounding
Is your freely promised aid!
“Cannot!” though He stands beside you,
Though He says, “Be not afraid!”
Have you not a word for Jesus?
Some, perchance, while ye are dumb,
Wait and weary for your message,
Hoping you will bid them “Come”;
Never telling hidden sorrows,
Lingering just outside the door,
Longing for your hand to lead them
Into rest for evermore.
Yes, we have a word for Jesus!
Living echoes we will be
Of Thine own sweet words of blessing,
Of Thy gracious “Come to Me.”
Jesus, Master! yes, we love Thee,
And to prove our love, would lay
Fruit of lips which Thou wilt open
At Thy blessed feet today.
Many an effort it may cost us,
Many a heartbeat, many a fear,
But Thou knowest, and will strengthen,
And Thy help is always near.
Give us grace to follow fully,
Vanquishing our faithless shame,
Feebly it may be, but truly,
Witnessing for Thy dear name.
Yes, we have a word for Jesus!
We will bravely speak for Thee,
And Thy bold and faithful soldiers,
Saviour, we would henceforth be:
In Thy name set up our banners,
While Thine own shall wave above,
With Thy crimson Name of Mercy,
And Thy golden Name of Love,
Help us lovingly to labor,
Looking for Thy present smile,
Looking for Thy promised blessing,
Through the brightening “little while.”
Words for Thee in weakness spoken,
Thou wilt here accept and own,
And confess them in Thy glory,
When we see Thee on Thy throne.