| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
Lord, I cannot let Thee go, Till a blessing Thou bestow: Do not turn away Thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. |
Nay, I cannot let thee go,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Dost Thou ask me who I am? Ah, my Lord, Thou know'st my name: Yet the question gives a plea To support my suit with Thee. |
Nay, I cannot let thee go,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
Thou didst once a wretch behold, In rebellion blindly bold, Scorn Thy grace, Thy pow'r defy; That poor rebel, Lord, was I. |
Nay, I cannot let thee go,, Stanza 3 |