Speak with us, Lord, thyself reveal

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;

To attend the whispers of Thy grace

And hear Thee inly speak.

Let this my every hour employ,

Till I Thy glory see;

Enter into my Master's joy,

And find my heaven in Thee.