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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 an 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, Saviour, 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 gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed 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 compell’d, 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 is 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! |
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