Thomas Clark - Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal
 While here o'er earth we rove;
 Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
 The kindling of thy love.
 
 With thee conversing, we forget
 All time and toil and care;
 Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
 If thou, my God, art here.
 
 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
 And bid my heart rejoice;
 My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
 And echo to thy voice.
 
 Thou callest me to seek thy face;
 'Tis all I wish to seek;
 T'attend the whispers of thy grace
 And hear thee inly speak.
 
 Let this mine ev'ry hour employ,
 Till I thy glory see;
 Enter into my Master's joy,
 And find my heav'n in thee.