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Sundays After Trinity: The Divine Love

230. Come, O thou Traveler unknown

Six 8's

David's Harp:

Robert King, c. 1722

Winkworth:

Joseph Barnby, 1869

Charles Wesley, 1742

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.

I need not tell thee who I am,

My misery or 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.

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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.

'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.

Amen.

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