1 

Not by wrestling, but by clinging

   Shall we be most blest;

Wrestling only brings us sorrow;

   Clinging brings us rest.

 2 

When we stay our feeble efforts,

   And from struggling cease,

Unconditional surrender

   Brings us God's own peace.

 3 

Lean we all our weight on Jesus,

   Who alone can save;

He by might of love hath triumphed

   O'er His willing slave.

 4 

Yielding, we shall know true conquest;

   Dying, we shall live;

"Not my will, but Thine" prevaileth,

   Victory to give.