A little talk with Jesus,
How it smoothes the rugged road;
How it seems to help me onward,
When I faint beneath my load.

When my heart is crushed with sorrow,
And mine eyes with tears are dim,
There's naught can yield me comfort
Like a little talk with Him.

I cannot live without Him,
Nor would I if I could;
He is my daily portion,
My medicine and 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 shall talk with me.

Author Unknown