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, 45
Be conquered by my instant prayer!
Speak, or Thou never hence shall move,
And tell me, if thy Name be Love?
’Tis Love! ’tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear thy whisper in my heart! 50