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“I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.” Gen. 32. 26

J. Newton          7s

1
Lord, I cannot let thee go,
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face;
Mine’s an urgent, pressing case.

2
[Dost thou ask me who I am?
Ah, my Lord, thou know’st my name;
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with thee.]

3
Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold;
Scorn thy grace; thy power defy;
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

4
Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer;
Mercy heard and set him free;
Lord, that mercy came to me.

5
Many days have passed since then;
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but thou?

6
Thou hast helped in every need;
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?

7
No; I must maintain my hold;
’Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesus’ sake.