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On a Journey

Saviour, who ready art to hear, (Readier than I to pray,) Answer my scarcely utter’d prayer, And meet me on the way.

Talk with me, Lord: Thyself reveal, While here o’er earth I rove; Speak to my heart, and let it feel The kindling of Thy love:

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

Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And make my heart rejoice; My bounding 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.