Nay, I Cannot Let Thee Go

My name is JACOB by John Newton


 * 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 grace, Thy power 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 days 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 Jesus’ sake.