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
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.