The Treasury Of Sacred Song

LORD, I have wrestled through the livelong night;

Do not depart,

Nor leave me thus in sad and weary plight,

Broken in heart;

Where shall I turn, if Thou shouldst go away,

And leave me here in this cold world to stay?

I have no other help, no food, no light,

No hand to guide;

The night is dark, my Home is not in sight,

The path untried;

I dare not venture in the dark alone, --

I cannot find my way, if Thou be gone.

I cannot yet discern Thee as Thou art;

More let me see;

I cannot bear the thought that I must part

Away from Thee:

I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless;

Oh! help me, LORD, in all my helplessness!