shape note hymn, arr. Michael Conley
O, speak to me, that I may speak
in living echoes of your tone;
as you have sought, so let me seek
your erring children lost and lone.
O teach me, God, that I may teach
the precious things you do impart;
and wing my words, that they may reach
the hidden depths of many a heart.
O lead me, God, that I may lead
the wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, God, that I may feed
the hungering ones with manna sweet.
O fill me with your fullness, Lord,
until my very heart o’erflow
in kindling thought and glowing word
your love to tell, your praise to show.
O use me, God, use even me,
just as you will, and when and where;
until your blessed face I see,
your rest, your joy, your glory share. – Frances Havergal (1872)