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Thyself hast called me by my name;
Look on thy hands, and read it there!
I never will unloose my hold;
The secret of thy love untold.
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. 'Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue,
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly:
And murmur to contend so long?
When I am weak, then am I strong:
I sink beneath thy weighty hand ;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand: I stand, and will not let Thee go, Till I thy Name, thy nature know.
Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Be conquered by my instant prayer !
'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear thy whisper in my heart !
Pure universal Love Thou art !
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;
I see Thee face to face, and live:
I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art;
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend !
But stay, and love me to the end !
Hath rose, with healing in his wings;
My soul its life and succour brings;
Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I
On Thee alone for strength depend; Nor have I power from Thee to move; Thy nature and thy Name is Love.
Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;
And, as a bounding hart, fly home;
PART THE FOURTH.
TO THE CUCKOO.
O blithe new-comer! I have heard,
While I am lying on the grass,
Though babbling only to the vale
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring !
And I can listen to thee yet ;
Still seem, as to my childhood's sight,
And yet, fair bow, no fahling dreams,