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By Charles Wesley
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 and 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 struggling 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.
'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Though every sinew be unstrung,
Out from Thy arms, O speed and fly!
But I will not, I will not let Thee go,
I will the everlasting God call Thee so.
I know Thee, Savour, from afar,
And find Thee constant, kind and good;
Most freely I confess Thee, while
I wrestle, as a child of blood.
But shall I count Thy graces none?
No, I will number Thee among the righteous:
Let me Thy nature understand,
And know that I in Thee have rest.
Great God of wonders, all Thy ways
Demand, though matchless, our surprise;
But who am I, that thus I gaze
On heaven's great King with wondering eyes?
And is my soul so vile, so base,
That e'en in dust Thy grace should place?
No, I will seek the face of God,
And find in Him my righteousness.
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown,
My only hope and refuge be;
Withouten Thee I am undone,
I seek no other name but Thee.
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I the secret of Thy love know.
Artist: Charles Wesley
Year: 1742