By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 WHEN shall thy love constrain,
      And force me to thy breast?
      When shall my soul return again
      To her eternal rest?

      2 Ah! what avails my strife,
      My wandering to and fro?
      Thou hast the words of endless life;
      Ah! whither should I go?

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

      4 Lord, at thy feet I fall!
      I groan to be set free;
      I fain would now obey the call,
      And give up all for thee.

      5 To rescue me from woe,
      Thou didst with all things part;
      Didst lead a suffering life below,
      To gain my worthless heart.

      6 My worthless heart to gain,
      The God of all that breathe
      Was found in fashion as a man,
      And died a cursed death.

      7 And can I yet delay
      My little all to give?
      To tear my soul from earth away,
      For Jesus to receive?

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

      9 Though late, I all forsake,
      My friends, my all resign;
      Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
      And seal me ever thine!

      10 Come and possess me whole.
      Nor hence again remove:
      Settle and fix my wavering soul
      With all thy weight of love.

      11 My one desire be this,
      Thy only love to know;
      To seek and taste no other bliss
      No other good below.

      12 My Life, my portion thou,
      Thou all-sufficient art;
      My hope, my heavenly treasure, now
      Enter, and keep my heart.