W. G. Fischer

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O I LOVE to talk with Jesus, for it smooths the rugged road;

And 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 is naught can yield me comfort like a little talk with Him.

2

Oft I tell Him I am weary, and I fain would be at rest;

That I’m daily, hourly, longing to repose upon His breast;

And He answers me so kindly, in the tenderest tones of love,

“I am coming soon to take thee to My happy home above.”

3

Though the way is long and dreary to that far off distant clime,

Yet I know that my Redeemer journeys with me all the time;

And the more I come to know Him, and His wondrous grace explore,

How my longing groweth stronger still to know Him more and more.

4

So I’ll wait a little longer, till my Lord’s appointed time,

And along the upward pathway still my pilgrim feet shall climb;

Soon within my Father’s dwelling, where the many mansions be,

I shall see my blessed Saviour, and He then will talk with me.