I need not tell thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare ; Th3'self 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.
What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long,
I rise superior to my pain ; When I am weak then I am 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 conquered by my instant prayer. Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name is 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 mercies move ; 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. 281
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