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 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face,
'Tis all I wish to seek;
To hear the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.
5 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I Thy glory see;
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.
Amen.
African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #3461 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 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek thy face,–
'Tis all I wish to seek;
To attend the whispers of thy grace
And hear thee only speak.
5 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see;
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in thee.
AMEN.
The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal: official hymnal of the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church #5991. 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. Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.
4. 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.
5. Let this my every hour employ,
Till I Thy glory see;
Enter into my master’s joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.
The Cyber Hymnal #64881 Talk with me, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o’er earth I rove;
Speak to my heart and let me feel
The kindling of thy love.
2 With thee conversing, I forget
All time and toil and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.
3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My longing heart shall own thy sway
And echo to thy voice.
4 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.
5 Let this my every hour employ
Till I thy glory see,
Enter into my Master’s joy,
And find my Heaven in thee.
The Song Book of the Salvation Army #636