1 Come, O Thou Traveler unknown,
Whom still I hold but cannot see;
And I am left alone with Thee;
2 I need not tell Thee who I am,
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free;
Art Thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of Thy love unfold;
4 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;
5 '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;
6 Lame as I am, I take the prey;
Hell, earth and sin, with ease o'ercome.
I leap for joy, pursue my way,