Speak, Lord, in the stillness,
While I wait on thee;
Hushed my heart to listen,
In expectancy.

Speak, O blessed Master,
In this quiet hour;
Let me see thy face, Lord,
Feel thy touch of power.

For the words thou speakest,
They are life indeed;
Living bread from heaven,
Now my spirit feed!

Speak, thy servant heareth,
Be not silent, Lord;
Waits my soul upon thee
For the quickening word.

Fill me with the knowledge
Of thy glorious will;
All thine own good pleasure
In my life fulfill.

Emily May Grimes (1868-1927)