68. A Little Talk with Jesus

1 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.

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.

3 I cannot live without him,
Nor would I if I could;
He is my daily portion,
My medicine and food.
He is altogether lovely;
None can with him compare;
Chiefest among ten thousand,
And fairest of the fair.

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.

Text Information
First Line: A little talk with Jesus
Title: A Little Talk with Jesus
Language: English
Publication Date: 1885
Tune Information
Name: [A little talk with Jesus]
Composer: Wm. G. Fischer

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