Hymn number 682

SPEAK to us, Lord, Thyself reveal,
While here o’er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of Thy love.

2

With Thee conversing, we forget
All time and toil and care;
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, my God, art here.

3

Here then, my God, be pleased to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My willing heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.

4

Thou callest me to seek Thy face;
’Tis all I wish to seek;
To attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

5

Let this my every hour employ,
Till I Thy glory see;
Enter into my Master’s joy,
And find my Heaven in Thee.