Wrestling Jacob

FIRST PART. 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 sin and misery 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 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. SECOND PART. 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. 'T is Love! 't is 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 risen, with healing in his wings; Withered my nature's strength; from thee My soul its life and succor 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.