WHEN Pangs of death seized on my soul,
Un-to the Lord I cried,
Till Je-sus came and made me whole,
I would not be denied.
I would not be de-nied,
I would not be de-nied,
Till Jesus came and made me whole,
I would not be denied.
As Ja-cob in the days of old,
I wrestled with the Lord;
And instant, with a cour-age bold,
I stood up-on His Word.
Old Sa-tan said my Lord was gone
And would not hear my pray'r,
But, praise the Lord! the work is done,
And Christ the Lord is here.