1 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.
2 With Thee conversing, we forget
All time and toil and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, my God, art here.
3 Thou callest me to seek Thy face,
’Tis all I wish to seek;
To hear the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee in me speak.
4 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I Thy glory see
Enter into my Master’s joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.
Source: Hymns for the Living Church #432