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.