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. With thee conversing, we forget All time and toil and care; Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice. Thou callest me to seek thy face; 'Tis all I wish to seek; T'attend the whispers of thy grace And hear thee inly speak. Let this mine ev'ry hour employ, Till I thy glory see; Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heav'n in thee.