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 your face, Lord,
Feel your touch of power.
For the words You speak, Lord,
They are life indeed;
Living bread from heaven,
Now on my spirit feed!
All to You is yielded,
I am not my own;
Blissful, glad surrender,
I am yours alone.
Fill me with the knowledge
Of your glorious will;
All your own good pleasure
In your child fulfill.
Listen to message “My Times Are in Your Hands — Part Two”
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