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 thunders 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.