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 misery and sin 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 give up my hold; Art Thou the Man that died for me? The secret of Thy love unfold. Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.