He is my Delight

Lord, speak to me that I may speak
In living echoes of thy tone;
As thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thine erring children lost and lone

O strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the rock, and strong in thee
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea

O teach me Lord, that I may teach
The precious things thou dost impart;
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart

O fill me with thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, thy praise to show

O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share

Frances R. Havergal