Come O thou traveller 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.
In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold!
Art thou the Man who died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold;
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name and nature know.
‘Tis Love, ‘tis Love!
Thou died’st for me,
I hear thy whisper in my heart,
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure universal Love thou art;
To me, to all thy bowels move,
Thy nature and thy name is love.