1 Just a little talk with Jesus,
How it smooths the rugged road!
How it seems to help me onward,
When I faint beneath my load;
When my heart is crushed with sorrow,
And my eyes with tears are dim,
There is naught can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.

Refrain:
A little talk with Him,
A little talk with Him,
There's naught can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.

2 Ah, this is what I'm wanting,
His lovely face to see;
And I'm not afraid to say it,
I know He's wanting me.
He gave His life a ransom,
To make me all His own,
And He'll ne'er forget His promise
To me, His purchased one. [Refrain]

3 I cannot live without Him,
Nor would I if I could;
He is my daily portion,
My comforter and food.
He is altogether lovely;
None can with Him compare;
The chiefest of ten thousand,
And fairest of the fair. [Refrain]

4 So I'll wait a little longer,
Till His appointed time,
And along the upward pathway,
My pilgrim feet shall climb.
There, in my Father's dwelling,
Where many mansions be,
I shall sweetly talk with Jesus,
And He will talk with me. [Refrain]