Surrendering the Heart

Verse 1

When shall thy love constrain And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest?

Verse 2

Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love.

Verse 3

Lord, at thy feet I fall, I long to be set free, I fain would now obey the call And give up all to thee.

Verse 4

Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more, I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror.