| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
Come, Oh 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. |
Come, O thou traveller unknown,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
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. |
Come, O thou traveller unknown,, Stanza 3 |