By A Collection of Hymns

      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 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.