A little talk with Jesus,
How it smooths the rugged road!
How it seems to help me forward
When I faint beneath the 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 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’m coming soon to take thee
To my happy home above.”
Now this is what I’m wanting—
His loving face to see;
And I’m not afraid to say it,
I know He’s wanting me.”