Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal

Speak with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,

While here on earth we rove;

Speak to our hearts, and let us feel

The kindlings of Thy love.

With Thee conversing, we forget

All toil and time and care;

Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,

If Thou art present there.

Here then, our God, be pleased to stay,

And bid our hearts rejoice;

Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway,

And echo to Thy voice.

Thou callest us to seek Thy face;

Thy face, O God, we seek,

Attend the whispers of Thy grace,

And hear Thee inly speak.