Come, O 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.

I need not tell Thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast called me by my name.
Look on Thy hands, and read it there;
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou?
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

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;
Clinging, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy name, Thy nature, know.