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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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!