Speak, O Lord, that lives still spent in ease and pleasure
   May pause to hear a lost world's crying need;
Till rising up in utter self-surrender
   They may go forth some hungry hearts to feed.
Speak Thou, Thyself, for only as Thou speakest
   Shall love be stirred into vehement flame.
Higher than thought and deeper than emotion
   Must be the call of those who preach Thy name.

Speak to us, Lord, until our hearts are melted
   To share in Thy compassion for the lost.
Till our souls throb with burning intercession
   That they shall know Thy name whate'er the cost.
Speak to us, Lord, till shamed by Thy great giving
   Our hands unclasp to set our treasures free;
Our wills, our love, our dear ones, our possessions -
   All yielded, gracious Lord, to Thee.

     -  I. M. Forham
        April, 1988 "The Gospel Standard"