1 Master, speak! Thy servant heareth,
Waiting for Thy gracious word,
Longing for Thy voice that cheereth;
Master! let it now be heard.
I am list'ning, Lord, for Thee:
What hast Thou to say to me?
O my Master, speak to me.

2 Often thro' 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.
O my Master, speak to me.

3 Master, speak, I do not doubt Thee,
Tho' so tearfully I plead;
Saviour, Shepherd, O without Thee
Life would be a blank indeed;
But I long for fuller light,
Deeper love and clearer sight.
O my Master, speak to me.