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."

All to Thee is yielded,
I am not my own;
Blissful, glad surrender-
I am Thine alone