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A Little Talk With Jesus

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 18, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 3.

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A Little Talk With Jesus

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’s naught can yield me comfort like a little talk with him.
I tell him I am weary, and I fain would be at rest; That I am 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.”
Ah! this is what I’m wanting, his lovely face to see; And (I’m not afraid to say it) I know he’s wanting me. He gave his life a ransom to make me all his own, And he can’t forget his promise to me, his purchased one.
I can not 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.
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 will talk with me.
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