The Resignation

And wilt Thou yet be found?

And may I still draw near?

Then list­en to the plaint­ive sound

Of a poor sin­ner’s pray­er.

Jesu

Thine aid af­ford

If still the same Thou art;

To Thee I look

to Thee

my Lord

Lift up a help­less heart.

Thou seest my tor­tured breast

The strug­glings of my will

The foes that in­ter­rupt my rest

The ago­nies I feel:

The dai­ly death I prove

Savior

to Thee is known;

’Tis worse than death

my God to love

And not my God alone.

My peev­ish pas­sions chide

Who on­ly canst con­trol

Canst turn the stream of na­ture’s tide

And calm my trou­bled soul.

O my of­fend­ed Lord

Restore my in­ward peace;

I know Thou canst: Pro­nounce the word

And bid the tem­pest cease.

Abate the purg­ing fire

And draw me to my good;

Allay the fev­er of de­sire

By sprink­ling me with blood.

I long to see Thy face

Thy Spir­it I im­plore

The liv­ing water of Thy grace

That I may thirst no more.

When shall Thy love con­strain

And force me to Thy breast?

When shall my soul re­turn again

To her eter­nal rest?

Ah! what av­ails my strife

My wan­der­ing to and fro?

Thou hast the words of end­less life

Ah! whi­ther should I go?

Thy con­des­cend­ing grace

To me did free­ly move;

It calls me still to seek Thy face

And stoops to ask my love.

Lord

at Thy feet I fall

I groan to be set free

I fain would now ob­ey the call

And give up all for Thee.

To res­cue me from woe

Thou didst with all things part

Didst lead a suf­fer­ing life be­low

To gain my worth­less heart:

My worth­less heart to again

The God of all that breathe

Was found in fa­shion as a man

And died a curs­èd death.

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 life 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.

My one de­sire be this

Thy on­ly love to know

To seek and taste no oth­er bliss

No oth­er good be­low.

My life

my por­tion Thou

Thou all-suf­fi­cient art

My hope

my heav­en­ly trea­sure

now

Enter

and keep my heart.

Rather than let it burn

For earth

O quench its heat;

Then

when it would to earth re­turn

O let it cease to beat.

Snatch me from ill to come

When I from Thee would fly

O take my wan­der­ing spir­it home

And grant me then to die!