1 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.
2 '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 bowels move--
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see thee face to face;
I see thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art--
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend:
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end:
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #432
First Line: | Yield to me now, for I am weak |
Title: | Wrestling Jacob |
Author: | Charles Wesley |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |