6-8s. Wrestling Jacob. Genesis xxxii. 24 - 31. 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.