1 Samuel 3:10-11

• [1Sa 3:10] Hushed Was The Evening Hymn

  Hushed was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark; The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark; When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel, slept; His watch the temple child, The little Levite, kept; And what from Eli’s sense was sealed The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed. O give me Samuel’s ear, The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of Thy Word, Like him to answer at Thy call, And to obey Thee first of all. O give me Samuel’s heart, A lowly heart, that waits Where in Thy house Thou art, Or watches at Thy gates; By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of Thy will. O give me Samuel’s mind, A sweet unmurm’ring faith, Obedient and resigned To Thee in life and death, That I may read with child like eyes Truths that are hidden from the wise.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [1Sa 3:10] Master, Speak! Thy Servant Heareth

  Master, speak! Thy servant heareth, Waiting for Thy gracious word, Longing for Thy voice that cheereth; Master! let it now be heard. I am listening, Lord, for Thee: What hast Thou to say to me? Speak to me by name, O Master, Let me know it is to me; Speak, that I may follow faster, With a step more firm and free, Where the Shepherd leads the flock, In the shadow of the rock. Master, speak! Though least and lowest, Let me not unheard depart; Master, speak! For O, Thou knowest All the yearning of my heart, Knowest all its truest need: Speak! and make me blest indeed. Master, speak! and make me ready, When Thy voice is truly heard, With obedience glad and steady Still to follow every word. I am listening, Lord, for Thee: Master, speak! O, speak to me!

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• [1Sa 3:10] O Master, When Thou Callest

  O Master, when Thou callest, No voice may say Thee nay, For blest are they that follow Where Thou dost lead the way; In freshest prime of morning, Or fullest glow of noon, The note of heavenly warning Can never come too soon. O Master, when Thou callest, No heart may dare refuse; ’Tis honor, highest honor, When Thou dost deign to use; Our brightest and our fairest, Our dearest—all are thine; Thou Who for each one carest, We hail Thy love’s design.

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• [1Sa 3:10] Quiet Hour, The

  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.

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• [1Sa 3:10] Speak, O Lord, Thy Servant Heareth

  Speak, O Lord, Thy servant heareth, To Thy Word I now give heed; Life and spirit Thy Word beareth, All Thy Word is true indeed. Death’s dread pow’r in me is rife; Jesus, may Thy Word of Life Fill my soul with love’s strong fervor That I cling to Thee forever. Oh, what blessing to be near Thee And to hearken to Thy voice; May I ever love and fear Thee That Thy Word may be my choice! Oft were hardened sinners, Lord, Struck with terror by Thy Word; But to him who for sin grieveth Comfort sweet and hope it giveth. Lord, Thy words are waters living Where I quench my thirsty need; Lord, Thy words are bread life-giving, On Thy words my soul doth feed. Lord, Thy words shall be my light Through death’s vale and dreary night; Yea, they are my sword prevailing And my cup of joy unfailing. Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee, May Thy words take root in me; May this gift from Heav’n enrich me So that I bear fruit for Thee! Take them never from my heart Till I see Thee as Thou art, When in heav’nly bliss and glory I shall greet Thee and adore Thee.

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• [1Sa 3:10] Speak To My Soul

  Speak to my soul, dear Jesus, Speak now in tend’rest tone; Whisper in loving kindness, “Thou art not left alone.” Open my heart to hear Thee, Quickly to hear Thy voice, Fill Thou my soul with praises, Let me in Thee rejoice. Refrain Speak Thou in softest whispers Whispers of love to me, “Thou shalt be always conq’ror, Thou shalt be always free.” Speak Thou to me each day, Lord, Always in tend’rest tone, Let me now hear Thy whisper, “Thou art not left alone.” Speak to Thy children ever, Lead in the holy way; Fill them with joy and gladness, Teach them to watch and pray. May they in consecration Yield their whole lives to Thee, Hasten Thy coming kingdom, Till our dear Lord we see. Refrain Speak now as in the old time Thou didst reveal Thy will; Let me know all my duty, Let me Thy law fulfill. Lead me to glorify Thee, Help me to show Thy praise, Gladly to do Thy bidding, Honor Thee all my days. Refrain

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• [1Sa 3:10] Talk With Us, Lord

  Talk with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, While here o’er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of Thy love. With Thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou, my God, art here. Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own Thy sway, And echo to Thy voice. Thou callest me to seek Thy face, ’Tis all I wish to seek; To attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak. Let this my every hour employ, Till I Thy glory see; Enter into my Master’s joy, And find my heaven in Thee.

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1 Samuel 4:5-6

• [1Sa 4:6] A Shout In The Camp

  There’s a shout in the camp, for the Lord is here, Hallelujah! praise His Name. To the feast of His love we again draw near, Praise, oh, praise His Name. Refrain Room for the millions! room for all! Hallelujah! praise His Name! Come to the banquet, great and small, Praise, oh, praise His Name. There’s a shout in the ranks of the King of kings, Hallelujah! praise His Name; While we drink at the Rock from the living springs Praise, oh, praise His Name. Refrain There’s a shout in the camp while our souls repeat Hallelujah! praise His Name; There is room for the world at the Savior’s feet, Praise, oh, praise His Name. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal

1 Samuel 7:12-13

• [1Sa 7:12] Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

  Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do inherit, Here Thy praises I’ll begin; Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood; How His kindness yet pursues me Mortal tongue can never tell, Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me I cannot proclaim it well. O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above. O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face; Clothed then in blood washed linen How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace; Come, my Lord, no longer tarry, Take my ransomed soul away; Send thine angels now to carry Me to realms of endless day.

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• [1Sa 7:12] Lord Hath Helped Me Hitherto, The

  The Lord hath helped me hitherto By His surpassing favor; His mercies every morn were new, His kindness did not waver. God hitherto hath been my Guide, Hath pleasures hitherto supplied, And hitherto hath helped me. I praise and thank Thee, Lord, my God, For Thine abundant blessing Which heretofore Thou hast bestowed And I am still possessing. Inscribe this on my memory: The Lord hath done great things for me And graciously hath helped me. Help me henceforth, O God of grace, Help me on each occasion, Help me in each and every place, Help me through Jesus’ passion; Help me in life and death, O God, Help me through Jesus’ dying blood; Help me as Thou hast helped me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal