Come, O thou tra­vel­er 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 mi­se­ry, or 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.

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.

’Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue
Or touch the hol­low of my thigh:
Though every si­new be un­strung,
Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy na­ture know.

What tho’ 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.

My strength is gone, my na­ture dies,
I sink be­neath Thy weigh­ty hand,
Faint to re­vive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand and will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy na­ture know.

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 bow­els move;
Thy na­ture and Thy name is Love.

My pray­er hath pow­er with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now re­ceive;
Thro’ 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, Sav­ior, 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 rose 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,
Thro’ all eter­ni­ty to prove
Thy na­ture and Thy name is Love.