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. Refrain 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. Refrain 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. Refrain