I Would Not Be Denied

When fangs 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 hold
I wrestled with the Lord
And instant, with a courage bold
I stood upon his word
I would not be denied
I would not be denied
Till Jesus came and made me whole
I would not be denied
Oh, Satan said my Lord was gone
And would not hear my prayers
But, praise the Lord, the work is done
And Christ, the Lord, is here
I would not be denied
I would not be denied
Till Jesus came and made me whole
I would not be denied