"He talked with us by the way." - Luke 25:32
Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of thy love.
With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.
Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And hid 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;
T' 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.
The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York:
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.
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