Come, O Thou Traveler unknown,

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 sin and misery 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.

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 be 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.

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, I run, Through all eternity to prove Thy nature and Thy name is Love.