I WILL NOT LET THEE GO, EXCEPT THOU BLESS

יי! ME

COME, O Thou traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see!

My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with Thee;
With Thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell Thee who I am;
My misery or sin declare;

Thyself hast called me by my name;

Look on Thy hands and read it there :
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold:
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell?

To know it now, resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let Thee

go,

Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

What though my sinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long,
I rise superior to my pain;

When I am weak, then am I strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.

My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy mighty hand;
Faint, to revive, and fall, to rise;

I fall, and yet by faith I stand,-
I stand, and will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.

Yield to me now,-for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak ;

Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me, if Thy name be Love.

'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me;
I hear Thy whisper in my heart :
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, Universal Love, Thou art :
To me, to all, Thy bowels move:
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

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grace

My prayer hath power with God;
Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face;
I see Thee face to face, and live;
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art,
Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end :
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in His wings; Wither'd my nature's strength, from Thee My soul its life and succour brings;

My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

Contented now, upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I

On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

Lame as I am, I take the prey;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;

I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home;

Through all eternity to prove,

Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

MAKE ME A CLEAN HEART, O GOD!"

O FOR a heart to praise my God,

A heart from sin set free!

A heart that always feels Thy blood,

So freely shed for me!

A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone!

An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean!

Which neither death nor life can part
From Him that dwells within!

A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,-
A copy, Lord, of Thine!