Speak, O Lord, Your servant listens, Let Your Word to me come near;
Newborn life and spirit give me, Let each promise still my fear.
Death's dread power, its inward strife, Wars against Your Word of life;Fill me, Lord, with love's strong fervor, That I cling to You forever!
Lord, Your Words are waters living, When my thirsting spirit pleads.
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 cold and dreary night;
Yes, they are my sword prevailing, And my cup of joy unfailing!
These words would make a fine prayer. Try them.
These words would make a fine prayer. Try them.
(Stanzas one and three, hymn 589 - Lutheran Service Book)
