When pangs of death seized on my soul,
Unto the Lord I cried;
Till Je­sus came and made me whole,
I would not be de­nied.

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I would not be de­nied,
I would not be de­nied,
Till Je­sus came and made me whole,
I would not be de­nied.

As Ja­cob in the days of old,
I wrest­led with the Lord;
And in­stant, with a cour­age bold,
I stood up­on His Word.

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Old Sa­tan said my Lord was gone
And would not hear my pray­er;
But praise the Lord, the work is done,
And Christ the Lord is here.

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