Come O Thou Traveler Unknown (Wrestling Jacob)
By Charles Wesley, 1742
[May 23rd, 2021]
What better endeavor on a beautiful but gray and foreboding-sky'd Sunday than to have a go at all 14 verses (!) of one of history's greatest, gloomiest, darkest and most unusual epic hymns?
Here I use a variation of the Sacred Harp melody known as "Vernon"--though the hymn has been sung for generations to several different well-known tunes.
Come, O thou Traveller 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 unloose 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.
Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable Name?
Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell;
To know it now resolved I am;
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go,
Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
'Tis all in vain to hold Thy tongue
Or touch the hollow of my thigh;
Though every sinew be unstrung,
Out of my arms Thou shalt not fly;
Wrestling I will not let Thee go
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain,
When I am weak, then I am strong
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-man prevail.
My strength is gone, my nature dies,
I sink beneath Thy weighty hand,
Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand;
I stand and will not let Thee go
Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know.
Yield to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquered by my instant prayer;
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if Thy Name is Love.
'Tis Love! 'tis Love! Thou diedst for me!
I hear Thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee,
Pure, universal love Thou art;
To me, to all, Thy mercies move;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
My prayer hath power with God; the grace
Unspeakable I now receive;
Through faith I see Thee face to face,
I see Thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art.
Jesus, the feeble sinner’s friend;
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart.
But stay and love me to the end,
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath rose with healing in His wings,
Withered my nature’s strength; from Thee
My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love.
Contented now upon my thigh
I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness I
On Thee alone for strength depend;
Nor have I power from Thee to move:
Thy nature, and Thy name is Love.
Lame as I am, I take the prey,
Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;
I leap for joy, pursue my way,
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Through all eternity to prove
Thy nature and Thy Name is Love
Considered by many to be prolific hymn-writer Charles Wesley's greatest work, Come O Thou Traveler (in my opinion) can speak strongly and evocatively to anyone, Christian or otherwise, who is familiar on an intimate level with deep loss, the struggles of self-hatred, and the anguish in the face of a violent and seemingly absurd or morally meaningless world. Given its strikingly poetic and allegorical language, and its mystical description of literally--spiritually, mentally, physically, and even erotically--"wrestling" with God (who has visited the singer in unnamed human form)--I would venture to say it could be even more appreciated by many of today's listeners than by Wesley's original audiences.
I love the paradox of bravely struggling with the all-powerful Creator, discovering strength and purpose in humility and acknowledging one's weakness, while refusing to let go until the singer's mysterious Opponent finally declares his true name and nature: Pure Universal Love, which permeates the singer's heart and body, as well as all of creation.
As famously said elsewhere in a (maybe) comparable context: "Life is a miracle. Speak yet again!"
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