E J. Hanbury

8.5.8.3.

JESUS, Thou art standing pleading,

Calling me to rest;

Shall I, yielding, hearken to Thee,

And be blest ?

2

Thou hast formed me for Thy glory,

For Thine own delight;

Can I still withhold, Lord, from Thee,

This Thy right?

3

Oh, this heart is weary, restless,

Bound by many a chain

‘Gainst which heart and will, though stubborn,

Strive in vain.

4

Lord, I yield: no more withstanding

Thine all-loving will,

Take me, Master, break me, make me,

Cleanse and fill.

5

Take my will: ’tis Thine henceforth Lord,

Lead me by Thy way;

Let my words and actions please Thee

Day by day.

6

Oh, the joy of full surrender,

Keeping from Thee nought,

As I yield, my heart is finding

Peace long sought.