1 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.
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 Yield to me now, for I am weak,
but confident in self-despair!
Speak to my heart, in blessing speak;
be conquered by my instant prayer.
speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
and tell me if thy name is love.
4 '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.
|First Line:||Come, O thou traveler unknown|
|Title:||Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1739)|
|Topic:||Pilgrimage and conflict; God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob|
|Composer:||Erik Routley (1969)|
|Copyright:||Copyright by Carl Fischer, Inc.|
|Come, O Thou Traveler Unknown|