1. Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;
  My heart by mighty grace compelled
  Surrenders all to Thee;
  Against Thy terrors long I strove,
  But who can stand against Thy love?
  Love conquers even me.
2. If Thou hadst bid Thy thunder roll,
  And light'nings flash, to blast my soul,
  I still had stubborn been;
  But mercy has my heart subdued,
  A bleeding Savior I have viewed,
  And now I hate my sin.
3. Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone,
  Come, take possession for 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.