1 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.

2 I need not tell thee who I am,
my misery and 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.

3 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.

4 '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.