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<h2>COME, O THOU TRAVELER UNKNOWN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him til daybreak.” Genesis 32:24</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_wesley_c.jpg" alt="Charles Wesley (1707-1788)" width="149.333333333333" height="198"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a>, <em>Hymns and Sacred Poems</em>, 1742.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “St. Petersburg,” attributed to <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_o_bortniansky_ds.html" target="_blank">Dmitri Stepanovich Bortniansky</a>, 1825 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_p_petrsbrg.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Candler,” Scottish traditional melody, from <em>The Hesperian Harp</em>, 1847 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_a_candler.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_o_bortniansky_d.gif" alt="Dmitri Stepanovich Bortniansky (1751-1825)" width="133.333333333333" height="185.333333333333"></td>
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<p class="just">Charles Wesley’s brother <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_j.html" target="_blank">John</a> quoted <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a> as saying of this hymn, “that single poem, Wrestling Jacob, was worth all the verses he himself had written.” Shortly after Charles’ death, John tried to teach this hymn, but broke into tears when he reached the line, “my company before is gone, and I am left alone with Thee.”</p>
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<p>Come, O thou Traveler unknown,<br>
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Whom still I hold, but cannot see!<br>
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My company before is gone,<br>
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And I am left alone with Thee;<br>
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With Thee all night I mean to stay,<br>
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And wrestle till the break of day.</p>
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<p>I need not tell Thee who I am,<br>
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My misery and sin declare;<br>
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Thyself hast called me by my name,<br>
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Look on Thy hands, and read it there;<br>
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But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?<br>
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Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.</p>
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<p>In vain Thou strugglest to get free,<br>
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I never will unloose my hold!<br>
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Art Thou the Man that died for me?<br>
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The secret of Thy love unfold;<br>
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Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,<br>
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Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.</p>
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<p>Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal<br>
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Thy new, unutterable Name?<br>
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Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;<br>
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To know it now resolved I am;<br>
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Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,<br>
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Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.</p>
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<p>’Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue<br>
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Or touch the hollow of my thigh;<br>
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Though every sinew be unstrung,<br>
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Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;<br>
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Wrestling I will not let Thee go<br>
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Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.</p>
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<p>What though my shrinking flesh complain,<br>
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And murmur to contend so long?<br>
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I rise superior to my pain,<br>
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When I am weak, then I am strong<br>
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And when my all of strength shall fail,<br>
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I shall with the God-man prevail.</p>
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<p>Contented now upon my thigh<br>
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I halt, till life’s short journey end;<br>
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All helplessness, all weakness I<br>
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On Thee alone for strength depend;<br>
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Nor have I power from Thee to move:<br>
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Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.</p>
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<p>My strength is gone, my nature dies,<br>
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I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,<br>
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Faint to revive, and fall to rise;<br>
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I fall, and yet by faith I stand;<br>
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I stand and will not let Thee go<br>
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Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.</p>
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<p>Yield to me now, for I am weak,<br>
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But confident in self-despair;<br>
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Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,<br>
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Be conquered by my instant prayer;<br>
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Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,<br>
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And tell me if Thy Name is Love.</p>
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<p>’Tis Love! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me!<br>
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I hear Thy whisper in my heart;<br>
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The morning breaks, the shadows flee,<br>
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Pure, universal love Thou art;<br>
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To me, to all, Thy bowels move;<br>
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Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.</p>
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<p>My prayer hath power with God; the grace<br>
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Unspeakable I now receive;<br>
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Through faith I see Thee face to face,<br>
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I see Thee face to face, and live!<br>
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In vain I have not wept and strove;<br>
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Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.</p>
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<p>I know Thee, Savior, who Thou art.<br>
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Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;<br>
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Nor wilt Thou with the night depart.<br>
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But stay and love me to the end,<br>
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Thy mercies never shall remove;<br>
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Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.</p>
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<p>The Sun of righteousness on me<br>
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Hath rose with healing in His wings,<br>
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Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee<br>
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My soul its life and succor brings;<br>
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My help is all laid up above;<br>
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Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.</p>
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<p>Lame as I am, I take the prey,<br>
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Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o’ercome;<br>
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I leap for joy, pursue my way,<br>
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And as a bounding hart fly home,<br>
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Through all eternity to prove<br>
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Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.</p>
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