Verse 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.
Verse 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?
Verse 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.
Verse 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.