I want that kind of Blessing

1 When Jacob met the Lord upon that lonely night, And wrestled there alone until the morning light; He won a princely title to gird him for the right, I want that kind of blessing. Chorus: I want, I want that kind of blessing, That saves and keeps, and satisfies the soul; I want, I want that full salvation Till billows of heaven o’er me roll. 2 When Israel at last came into Canaan’s land, The Lord his riches gave so full on ev’ry hand; They drove their foes before them and dwelt a happy band, I want that kind of blessing. 3 This is the day of grace, the Comforter is here, We are a chosen race, our God is drawing near; He’s waiting to be gracious the pray’r of faith to hear, And then He’ll send the blessing.