1 Lord, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
2 Dost thou ask me, who I am?
Ah! my Lord, thou know'st my name!
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with thee!
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold;
Scorn thy grace--thy pow'r defy--
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair,
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
5 Many days have passed since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but thou?
6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need--
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?
7 No--I must maintain my hold--
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus' sake.
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First Line: | Lord, I cannot let thee go |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christian experience: Sanctification and christian graces; Jacob's wrestling with God |