1 

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;

My heart by mighty grace compelled

   Surrenders all to Thee;

Against Thy terrors long I strove,

But who can stand against Thy love?

   Love conquers even me.

 2 

If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll,

And light'nings flash, to blast my soul,

   I still had stubborn been;

But mercy has my heart subdued,

A bleeding Savior I have viewed,

   And now I hate my sin.

 3 

Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone,

Come, take possession for 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.