E J. Hanbury
JESUS, Thou art standing pleading,
Calling me to rest;
Shall I, yielding, hearken to Thee,
And be blest ?
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Thou hast formed me for Thy glory,
For Thine own delight;
Can I still withhold, Lord, from Thee,
This Thy right?
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Oh, this heart is weary, restless,
Bound by many a chain
‘Gainst which heart and will, though stubborn,
Strive in vain.
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Lord, I yield: no more withstanding
Thine all-loving will,
Take me, Master, break me, make me,
Cleanse and fill.
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Take my will: ’tis Thine henceforth Lord,
Lead me by Thy way;
Let my words and actions please Thee
Day by day.
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Oh, the joy of full surrender,
Keeping from Thee nought,
As I yield, my heart is finding
Peace long sought.