Come, Thou O Angel 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;
with thee all night I mean to stay,
and wrestle till the break of day.

I need not tell thee who I am,
my thoughts and deeds to thee I bare;
Thyself has called me by my name;
Look on my heart and read it there:
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now,
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath thy weighty hand.
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand and will not let thee go
till I thy name, thy nature know;
I stand and will not let thee go
till I thy name, thy nature know.

‘Tis Love, ‘tis Love! sweet message from thee,
I hear thy whisper in my heart,
The morning breaks the shadows flee;
pure all-embracing Love thou art.
In me, in all, thy mercies move,
thy nature and thy name is Love;
In me, in all, thy mercies move,
thy nature and thy name is Love.