|Text:||Speak, O Lord, Thy Servant Heareth|
|Author:||Anna Sophia of Hesse-Darmstadt|
|Translator:||George T. Rygh|
1 Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth,
To Thy Word I now give heed;
Life and spirit Thy Word beareth,
All Thy Word is true indeed.
Death's dread power in me is rife;
Jesus, may Thy Word of Life
Fill my soul with love's strong fervor
That I cling to Thee forever.
2 Oh, what blessing to be near Thee
And to hearken to Thy voice!
May I ever love and fear Thee
That Thy Word may be my choice!
Oft were hardened sinners, Lord,
Struck with terror by Thy Word;
But to him who for sin grieveth
Comfort sweet and hope it giveth.
3 Lord, Thy words are waters living
Where I quench my thirsty need;
Lord, Thy words are bread life-giving,
On Thy words my Soul doth feed.
Lord, Thy words shall be my light
Thro' death's vale and dreary night;
Yea, they are my sword prevailing
And my cup of joy unfailing.
4 Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee,
May Thy words take root in me;
May this gift from heav'n enrich me
So that I bear fruit for Thee!
Take them never from my heart
Till I see Thee as Thou art,
When in heav'nly bliss and glory
I shall greet Thee and adore Thee.
|First Line:||Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth|
|Title:||Speak, O Lord, Thy Servant Heareth|
|German Title:||Rede, liebster Jesus, rede|
|Translator:||George T. Rygh (1909)|
|Author:||Anna Sophia of Hesse-Darmstadt (1658, ab.)|
|Topic:||The Word: Law and Gospel|
|Composer:||Johann Schop (1642)|