1 A little talk with Jesus,
How it smooths the rugged road!
How it seems to help me onward,
When I faint beneath my load.
When my heart is crush’d with sorrow,
And my eyes with tears are dim,
There is nought can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.
He is altogether lovely,
None can with Him compare,
He’s the chief among ten thousand,
The fairest of the fair.
2 I tell Him I am weary;
And I fain would be at rest;
But I still will wait His bidding,
For His way is always best.
Then His promise always cheers me
Amid all the cares of life;
“I am come and soon in glory
Thou wilt end thy toil and strife.” [Refrain]
3 Ah! that is what I’m wanting,
His lovely face to see;
And I’m not afraid to say it,
I know He’s wanting me.
He gave His life, a ransom
To make me all His own,
And He’ll ne’er forget His promise
To me, His purchased one. [Refrain]
4 The way is sometimes weary
To yonder nearing clime,
But a little talk with Jesus
Has helped me many a time.
The more I come to know Him,
And all His grace explore,
It sets me over longing
To know Him more and more. [Refrain]
Source: Triumphant Songs No.4 #127
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