And Can I Yet Delay
My Little All To Give?
To Tear My Soul From Earth Away
For Jesus To Receive?
Nay, But I Yield, I Yield;
I Can Hold Out No More;
I Sink, By Dying Love Compelled,
And Own Thee Conqueror.
Though Late, I All Forsake;
My Friends, My All, Resign;
Gracious Redeemer, Take, O Take,
And Seal Me Ever Thine!
Come, And Possess Me Whole,
Nor Hence Again Remove;
Settle And Fix My Wavering Soul
With All Thy Weight Of Love.