Thy word, Lord, has been spoken,
I am to go home;
Therefore, lead me thither.
Come along with me, I wish to grasp Thee;
I shall not leave Thee,
Until Thou hast blessed me.

If Thou still wishest to wrestle with me
Before Thou bringest me home,
Then Thou dost not wrestle as an enemy.
With weeping and with pleading
It is easy to struggle with Thee;
When we have wept enough, Thou blessest us.

Look then upon my tears,
And speak Thy blessing upon me
Among those as well.
I shall not leave Thee;
Give me strength to hold fast to Thee.
Whosoever holds Thee shall be blessed.

For Thine own people, Thou wast 
Thyself also tested in weeping,
Sweating blood, Thou didst struggle;
Therefore we can be successful
In wrestling with God under pleading;
In blessing us, Thou, too, shalt lead us Heavenward.

Ah! bless me with life,
With grace, with forgiveness,
With good that brings eternal joy;
With the comfort of faith, with loving,
With hope and with the impelling
From Thy Spirit of glory.

Even when I am to perish,
I shall not let go of Thee;
I grapple myself to Thee,
Thus you let me be successful
In penetrating even through death,
Then Thou shalt bless me eternally.