204. A Little Talk With Jesus

P.M.
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
I tell Him I am weary,
 
And I fain would be at rest,
 
And 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."
3
I know the way is dreary
 
To yonder far off clime,
 
But a little talk with Jesus
 
Will while 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.
4
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.
5
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.
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