“After he had sent them across the stream, he sent over all his possessions.
So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.”
As Jacob, at the end of his desires, found life;
From battle with his brother, freed from all he had;
So may this be the measure of our toil and strife:
The cords are cut of all our treasure-ties,
And we are glad.
And as we travel on, a long and weary way,
Yet drink but at the fountain-streams of God,
So may we walk, God’s pilgrims in His promised land,
And wait until He gives us what He loves.
Lord, take from us our sins, our empty triumphs;
Take, take our indrawn sight that we may see;
And take from us our name that we may be Thy sons,
And at the end of our desires, find Thee.