SPEAK to us, Lord, Thyself reveal,

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

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.

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