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The Rebel s surrender to Grace.–Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?—Acts, ix, 6.
1 LORD, thou hast won, -at length I yield,
My heart, by mighty grace compelTd,
Surrenders all to thee ;
Against thy terrors long I strove,
- But who can stand against thy love ?
Love conquers even me.
2 AU 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.
3 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 !
4 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.
5 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.
6 My will conformed 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 lono-,
But now they shall be thine.
