And Can I Yet Delay?

And can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away

For Jesus to receive?

Nay, but I yield, I yield;

I can hold out no more;

I sink, by dying love compelled,

And own Thee Conqueror.

Though late, I all forsake;

My friends, my all, resign;

Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,

And seal me ever Thine!

Come, and possess me whole,

Nor hence again remove;

Settle and fix my wavering soul

With all Thy weight of love.