If your worship this week includes the reading of Genesis 32 :2 2 -31 , here’s a traditional hymn you might want to take a look it.
It was written in the 1 8 th century by Charles Wesley, one of history’s most prolific and best known hymn-writers. It’s based on the story of Jacob wrestling with the unknown stranger by the Jabbok River . It’s a long text—thirteen stanzas—but well worth the read. Most hymnals today only include 5-6 stanzas.
If you want to sing it (or some of it!), here are a few traditional tunes that would work:
Come, O Thou Traveller Unknown
Come, O thou Traveller 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.
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.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
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;
Though every sinew be unstrung,
out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain,
and murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain,
when I am weak, then I am strong
and when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.
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.
Yield to me now, for I am weak,
but confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
be conquered by my instant prayer;
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
and tell me if Thy Name is Love.
’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 bowels [mercies] move;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face,
I see Thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art.
Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart.
but stay and love me to the end,
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
The Sun of righteousness on me
hath rose with healing in His wings,
Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee
my soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
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.
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.
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.
In vain Thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
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;
Though every sinew be unstrung,
out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain,
and murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain,
when I am weak, then I am strong
and when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.
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.
Yield to me now, for I am weak,
but confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
be conquered by my instant prayer;
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
and tell me if Thy Name is Love.
’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 bowels [mercies] move;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face,
I see Thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art.
Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart.
but stay and love me to the end,
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
The Sun of righteousness on me
hath rose with healing in His wings,
Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee
my soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
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;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
and as a bounding hart fly home,
through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
hell, earth, and sin, with ease o’ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
and as a bounding hart fly home,
through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
For more worship resources based on Genesis 32 :2 2 -31 , or other scripture passages for July 31 , 2 01 1 (the seventh Sunday after Pentecost), click on Proper 1 3 A in the list of “Labels” at the lower right side of the page.
For other song suggestions related to the lectionary passages for July 31 , 2 01 1 , see Hymns & Songs: Proper 1 3 A and Praise & Worship Songs: Proper 1 3 A.