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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