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- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-06-01). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 34 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: The order of staves in the source is Tenor - [Alto] - Air - [Bass], with the alto part notated in the treble clef an octave above the sounding pitch. The first verse only of the text is given in the source: subsequent verses have been added editorially.
General Information
Title: Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal
Composer: Thomas Clark
Tune: Axbridge
Lyricist: Charles Wesley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
First published: 1805 in A Set of Psalm and Hymn Tunes, p. 1
Description: Setting of verses by Charles Wesley to a tune 'Axbridge', by Thomas Clark. Hymn Tune Index tune number 10888.
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Original text and translations
English text
Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal
While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.
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, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid 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;
T'attend the whispers of thy grace
And hear thee inly speak.
Let this mine ev'ry hour employ,
Till I thy glory see;
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heav'n in thee.