Verse 1

WHEN shall Thy love constrain, And force me to Thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest?

Verse 2

Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek Thy face, And stoops to ask my love.

Verse 3

Lord, at Thy feet I fall! I long to be set free; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for Thee.

Verse 4

To rescue me from woe, Thou didst with all things part; Didst lead a suffering life below, To gain my worthless heart.

Verse 5

My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed death.

Verse 6

And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive?

Verse 7

Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more, I sink, by dying love compelled, And own Thee conqueror.

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