Speak, I Pray Thee, Gentle Jesus
Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus!
O, how passing sweet Thy words,
Breathing o’er my troubled spirit
Peace which never earth affords.
All the world’s distracting voices,
All th’enticing tones of ill,
At Thy accents mild, melodious,
Are subdued, and all is still.
Tell me Thou art mine, O Savior,
Grant me an assurance clear;
Banish all my dark misgivings,
Still my doubting, calm my fear.
O, my soul within me yearneth
Now to hear Thy voice divine;
So shall grief be gone for ever,
And despair no more be mine.
Words: William Williams, 1717-1791)
Translated from Welsh to English
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
…Ellen, enjoy a wonderful Sunday.
Happy Sunday Ellen! Take care, have a happy day and a great new week!
Happy Sunday dear Ellen!
This is a new one for me.
God, the Eternal! Infinite! All−wise!
Who out of darkness on the deep didst make
Light on the waters with a wordAll Hail!
Jehovah! with returning lightAll Hail!
Our orisons completed, let us hence,
Each to his task of toilnot heavy, though
Needful: the earth is young, and yields us kindly
Her fruits with little labour. 🙂