Wilt Thou Not Yet To Me Reveal


Wilt thou not 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.

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.

My strength is gone, my nature dies;
I sink beneath thy mighty hand;
Faint to revive–and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand:
I stand, and will not let thee go,
Till I thy name and nature know.