By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s. Job vii. 17, 18.
      1 BY secret influence from above,
      Me thou dost every moment prove,
      And labour to convert;
      Ready to save I feel thee nigh,
      And still I hear thy Spirit cry,
      "My son, give me thy heart."

      2 Why do I not the call obey,
      Cast my besetting sin away,
      With every useless load?
      Why cannot I this moment give
      The heart thou waitest to receive,
      And love my loving God?

      3 My loving God, the hindrance show,
      Which nature dreads, alas! to know,
      And lingers to remove;
      Stronger than sin, thy grace exert,
      And seize, and change, and fill my heart
      With all the powers of love.

      4 Then shall I answer thy design,
      No longer, Lord, my own, but thine;
      Till all thy will be done,
      Humbly I pass my trial here,
      And ripe in holiness appear
      With boldness at thy throne.