434--Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;

434

	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 thunder 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.