I Would Not Be Denied

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.

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.

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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