Talk with us, Lord

309 Soho. C. M.

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;
   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 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.
                         Charles Wesley
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

<idle musing>
Not one of Charles's more popular hymns; it only appears in about 200 hymnals. I don't recall ever singing it.
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