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CCLXXV. Come, O thou traveller unknown

1 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.

2 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 the go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

3 What tho' 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 thee God-man prevail.

4 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, of thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me, if thy name be love.

5 'Tis love, 'tis love! Thou dy'st for me,
I hear the 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.

6 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, O thou traveller unknown
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition

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