I LORD, I hear of showers of blessings Thou art scattering full and free; Showers, the thirsty land refreshing : Let Thy grace descend on me. Even me! Even me! Let Thy grace descend on me. 3 Pass me not! O tender Saviour ! I LORD, speak to me, that I may speak 2 O lead me, Lord, that I may lead Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 3 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. 4 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. 5 O give Thine Own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from Thee, To weary ones in needful hour. 6 O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord, Until my very heart o'erflow In kindling thought and glowing word, Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. 7 O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where ; Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share. Amen. dd Or, Hymns Ancient and Modern, 247. Church Hymns, 424. I LORD, teach us how to pray aright With reverence and with fear; 2 We perish if we cease from prayer ; 3 God of all grace, we bring to Thee Give, what Thine Eye delights to see, 4 Faith in the only Sacrifice That can for sin atone; To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, 5 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep, 6 Give these, and then Thy will be done; Amen. ITALIAN CHORALE. |