1 A little talk with Jesus, how it soothes the rugged road!
How it seems to help me onward, when I faint beneath my load!
When my heart is crush'd with sorrow, and my eyes with tears are dim,
There is nought can yield me comfort like a little talk with Him.
2 I tell Him I am weary, and fain would be at rest;
That I am daily, hourly longing to repose upon His breast;
And He answers me so sweetly, in the tenderest tones of love,
"I am coming soon to take thee in My happy home above."
3 The way is long and weary to yonder far-off clime,
But a little talk with Jesus doth while away the time;
The more I come to know Him, and all His grace explore,
It sets me ever longing to know Him more and more.
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.
Source: International Song Service: with Bright Gems from fifty authors, for Sunday-schools, gospel meetings, missionary and young people's societies, prayer-meetings, etc. #117
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|Title:||A Little Talk with Jesus|