p. 13 | MASTER, SAY ON! by Frances Ridley Havergal

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 3, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 49.

“MASTER, SAY ON!”

By Frances Ridley Havergal

Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Longing for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master, let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me?

Often through 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.

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.

Resting on the “faithful saying,” Trusting what Thy Gospel saith, On Thy written promise staying All my hope in life and death,— Yet I ask for something more From Thy love’s exhaustless store.

Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me; Speak, that I may follow faster, With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock, In the shadow of the Rock.

Master, speak! Tho least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! for O, Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart; Knowest all its truest need; Speak! and make me blest indeed.

Master, speak! and make me ready When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady Still to follow every word, I am listening, Lord, for Thee; Master, speak, O, speak to me!

—Frances Ridley Havergal.