CXXV. I will not let thee go except thou bless me

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 a 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 past since then,
Many changes I have seen;
Yet have been upheld 'till now,
Who could hold me up but thou?

6 Thou hast help'd in ev'ry need,
This emboldens me to plead;
After so much mercy past,
Can'st 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.

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First Line: Lord I cannot let thee go
Title: I will not let thee go except thou bless me
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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