When pangs of death seized on my soul,
Unto the Lord I cried;
Till Je­sus came and made me whole,
I would not be denied.

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I would not be denied,
I would not be denied,
Till Je­sus came and made me whole,
I would not be denied.

As Jacob in the days of old,
I wrestled with the Lord;
And instant, with a courage bold,
I stood upon His Word.

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Old Satan said my Lord was gone
And would not hear my prayer;
But praise the Lord, the work is done,
And Christ the Lord is here.

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