A Little Talk With Jesus

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's naught can yield me comfort Like a little talk with Him.

I tell Him I am weary, And I fain would be at rest, That I'm daily, hourly longing For a home upon His breast; And He answers me so sweetly, In tones of tenderest love " I am coming soon to take thee To my happy home above."

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 can't forget His promise To me, His purchased one.

I know the way is dreary To yonder far off clime, But a little talk with Jesus Will wile away the time. And yet the more I know Him, And all His grace explore, It only sets me longing To know Him more and more.

I cannot live without Him, Nor would I if I could, He is my daily portion, My medicine and my food, He's altogether lovely, None can with Him compare, The chief among ten thousand, The fairest of the fair.

I often feel impatient And mourn His long delay, I never can be settled While He remains away. But we shall not long be parted, For I know He'll quickly come, And we shall dwell together In that happy, happy home.

So I'll wait a little longer, Till His appointed time, And glory in the knowledge That such a hope is mine. Then in my Father's dwelling, Where "many mansions" be, I'll sweetly talk with Jesus, And He shall talk with me.