This hymn can be sung as a prayer.
I like the line "blissful, glad surrender." Sometimes it is such a struggle to surrender, and we battle with our own flash, but then we feel the sweetness of the fellowship with Jesus.
Speak, Lord, in the stillness
While I wait on Thee;
Hushed my heart to listen,
In expectancy.
Speak, O blessèd 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.
Fill me with the knowledge
Of Thy glorious will;
All Thine own good pleasure
In my life fulfill.
Like “a watered garden”
Full of fragrance rare,
Ling’ring in Thy presence
Let my life appear.
Thanks for posting the words of Emily Crawford's lovely hymn. Today is the 136th anniversary of her birth. Mrs. Crawford was a missionary too, in South Africa.
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