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COME, O Thou Traveller unknown,
Whoin still I hold, but cannot see !
And I am left alone with Thee :
My mis’ry and my sin declare :
Look on Thy hands, and read it there :
I never will unloose my hold!
The secret of thy love unfold:
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 !
Pure, Universal Love Thou art :
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 :
But stay and love me to the end :
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 :
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;
O SAVIOUR ! is thy promise fled ?
A feeble race, by passion driven,
Come, Jesus, come! and as, of yore,
So, ere again we see thy face,
prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of
grace, Then come, and reap thy harvest there.
Ah! why should this immortal mind,
And never, never rise ?
Forget her native skies?
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
fettered powers And leave these seats of vanity,
And upward learn to fly?
Nor leave a thought below!
Heaven calls, and I must go.