1 And can I yet delay
my little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away
for Jesus to receive?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield;
I can hold out no more;
I sink, by dying love compelled,
and own Thee Conqueror.
3 Though late, I all forsake;
my friends, my all, resign:
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
and seal me ever Thine.
4 Come, and possess me whole,
nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wavering soul
with all Thy weight of love.
5 My one desire be this,
Thy only love to know,
To seek and taste no other bliss,
no other good below.
6 My life, my portion Thou;
Thou all-sufficient art;
My hope, my heavenly treasure, now
enter and keep my heart.
