MHB 339   – COME, O Thou Traveller unknown,

Methodist-Hymns-339

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: I need not tell Thee who I am,
My misery and sin 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.

3: 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.

4: 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.

5: 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.

6: 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.

7: ’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.

8: My prayer hath power with God;
the grace
Unspeakable I know 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.

9: 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.

10: The Sun of Rightiousness on me
Hath risen with healing in His wings;
Withered my nature’s strength, from Thee
My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above:
Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

11: 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.

12: 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.