Wrestling for a Blessing. 7's.

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Newton.

1. Nay, I cannot let thee go
Till a blessing thou bestow;
Do not turn away thy face,
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer:
Mercy heard and set him free —
Lord, that mercy came to ME.

2. Many years have passed since then,
Many changes have I seen,
Yet have been upheld till now —
Who could hold me up but thou?
Nay, I must maintain my hold;
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold:
I can no denial take
When I plead for Jesus' sake.