Wesley Corpus

I never will unloose my hold ! Art thou the Man that died for me ? The secret of thy love unfold : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till 1 thy Name, thy Nature know. 4 Wilt thou not yet 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 1 thy Name, thy Nature know. 5 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. HYMN 141. 6-8\v. 1 VT'lELD to me now, for I am weak ; A But confident in self-despair : Speak to my heart, in blessings speak : Be conquer'd by my instant prayer : Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy Name is Love. l2 '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 ^race Unspeakable 1 now receive ; Convinced of Sin. 139 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. 5 The Sun of Righteousness on me Hath rose, with healing in his wings : Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee My soul its life and succour brings ; My help is all laid up above ; Thy Nature and thy Name is Love. 6 Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end ; All helplessness, all weakness, I