Lord, I cannot let Thee go,

Till a blessing Thou bestow:

Do not turn away Thy face,

Mine’s an urgent, pressing case.

Dost Thou ask me who I am?

Ah, my Lord, Thou know’st my name:

Yet the question gives a plea

To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,

In rebellion blindly bold,

Scorn Thy grace, Thy pow’r defy;

That poor rebel, Lord, was I.