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10. Nay, I cannot let Thee go
Hymn 10
Nay, 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 , thy pow’r defy, That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
Once a sinner near despair, Sought thy mercy–seat by prayer; Mercy heard and set him free, Lord, that mercy came to me,
Many years have passed since then, Many changes I have seen; Yet have been upheld till now, Who could hold me up but thou?
Thou hast helped in every need, This emboldens me to plead; After so much mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last?
No—I must maintain my hold, ’Tis thy goodness makes me bold; I can no denial take, When I plead for Jesu’s sake.