Speak Lord, Your servant listens to You
You, only You, your soul desires
He is a powerless servant to see and hear
Until Thy electricity is in it
Help my eyesight, Help my hearing,
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
Speaks Lord, before the end of the journey
To keep my soul from the right path
Speak softly to me, but make it clear
Speak Talk to me until it's too late
Help my eyesight, help my hearing
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
I know you said, but again it says,
As your words burn,
By the time the sight is opened, the hearing is strengthened
O speak, O Father, comfort thy servant
Help my eyesight, Help my hearing,
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
I know you spoke through the Prophets of old
Both through His Son and through the saints of glory,
Al, have mercy on the worm, speak again,
In Thy language, the old is the new.
Help my eyesight, Help my hearing,
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!
Let the words Thine in me be troubling
That your servant hears and tells the brethren
Speak Lord, Your servant listens to You
Your sweet voice desires your soul
Help my eyesight, Help my hearing,
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!