O I Love To Talk with Jesus

Verse 1

O I love to talk with Jesus, for it smoothes the rugged road; And 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 naught can yield me comfort like a little talk with Him.

Verse 2

Oft I tell Him I am weary and I fain would be at rest; That I'm daily, hourly longing to repose upon His breast; And He answers me so kindly in the tend'rest tones of love, "I am coming soon to take thee to My happy Home above."

Verse 3

Though the way is long and dreary to that far-off distant clime, Yet I know that my Redeemer journeys with me all the time; And the more I come to know Him, and His wondrous grace explore, How my longing groweth stronger still to know Him more and more.

Verse 4

So, I'll wait a little longer till my Lord's appointed time, And along the upward pathway still my pilgrim feet shall climb; Soon within my Father's dwelling, where the many mansions be, I shall see my blessed Saviour, and He then will talk with me.