243 ~ Come, O Thou Traveler
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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.
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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.
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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; Clinging, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.