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.