XCV.

COME, O Thou Traveller unknown,

Whoin 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 mis’ry and my sin declare :
Thyself hast call’d me by my name:

Look on Thy hands, and read it there :
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me thy Name-Oh tell me now!
In vain Thou strugglest to get free:

I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man who 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, resolv'd I am: Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I thy Name, thy Nature know.

What though my shrinking 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.

Yield to me now,

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

Be conquer'd 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.

My prayer hath power with God: the grace

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 ris'n 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.

XCVI.

O SAVIOUR ! is thy promise fled ?
Nor longer may thy grace endure,
To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach thy Gospel to the poor?
Come, Jesus, come! return again ;
With brighter beams thy servants bless,
Who long to hail thy perfect reign,
And share thy kingdom's happiness !

A feeble race, by passion driven,
In darkness and in doubt we roam ;
And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven,
Our hope, our harbour, and our home!

Come, Jesus, come! and as, of yore,
Thy Prophet went to clear the way,
A harbinger thy feet before,
A dawning to thy brighter day ;--

So, ere again we see thy face,
Our stony hearts for truth

prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of

grace, Then come, and reap thy harvest there.

XCVII.

Ah! why should this immortal mind,
Enslaved by sense, be thus confined,

And never, never rise ?
Why, thus amused with empty toys,
And soothed with visionary joys,

Forget her native skies?
The mind was formed to mount sublime,
Beyond the narrow bounds of time,

To everlasting things; But earthly vapours cloud her sight, And hang with cold oppressive weight

Upon her drooping wings. The world employs its various snares, Of hopes and pleasures, pains and cares,

And chained to earth I lie: When shall

my

fettered powers And leave these seats of vanity,

And upward learn to fly?
Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies,
Invite my soul ;-0 could I rise,

Nor leave a thought below!
I'd bid farewell to anxious care,
And say to every tempting snare,

Heaven calls, and I must go.

be free,