The Rebel’s Surrender to Grace.⁠–⁠Lord, What Wilt Thou Have Me to Do?

I

Lord, thou hast won⁠—at length I yield⁠—
My heart, by mighty grace compell’d,
  Surrenders all to thee;
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?
  Love conquers even me.

II

All that a wretch could do I tried⁠—
Thy patience scorn’d, thy power defied,
  And trampled on thy laws:
Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake
Could stand more steadfast for thy sake
  Than I in Satan’s cause.

III

But since thou hast thy love reveal’d,
And shown my soul a pardon seal’d,
  I can resist no more:
Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed?
Canst thou for such a rebel plead?
  I wonder and adore!

IV

If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash, to blast my soul,
  I still had stubborn been;
But mercy has my heart subdued⁠—
A bleeding Saviour I have view’d,
  And now I hate my sin.

V

Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come, take possession of thine own,
  For thou hast set me free:
Released from Satan’s hard command,
See all my powers waiting stand
  To be employed by thee.

VI

My will conform’d to thine would move;
On thee, my hope, desire, and love,
  In fix’d attention join;
My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue,
Have Satan’s servants been too long,
  But now they shall be thine.

VII

And can I be the very same
Who lately durst blaspheme thy name,
  And on thy gospel tread?
Surely each one who hears my case
Will praise thee and confess thy grace
  Invincible indeed!