And wilt Thou yet be found?

And may I still draw near?

Then listen to the plaintive sound

Of a poor sinner’s prayer.

Jesu, Thine aid afford,

If still the same Thou art

To Thee I look, to Thee, my Lord

Lift up an helpless heart.

Thou seest my tortured breast,

The strugglings of my will,

The foes that interrupt my rest,

The agonies I feel:

The daily death I prove,

Saviour, to Thee is known:

’Tis worse than death, my God to love,

And not my God alone.

My peevish passions chide,

Who only canst control,

Canst turn the stream of nature’s tide,

And calm my troubled soul.

O my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace:

I know Thou canst pronounce the word,

And bid the tempest cease.

Abate the purging fire,

And draw me to my good;

Allay the fever of desire,

By sprinkling me with blood.

I long to see Thy face,

Thy Spirit I implore,

The living water of Thy grace,

That I may thirst no more.

When shall Thy love constrain,

And force me to Thy breast?

When shall my soul return again

To her eternal rest?

Ah! what avails my strife,

My wandering to and fro?

Thou hast the words of endless life;

Ah! whither should I go?

Thy condescending grace

To me did freely move:

It calls me still to seek Thy face,

And stoops to ask my love.

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.

To rescue me from woe,

Thou didst with all things part;

Didst lead a suffering life below,

To gain my worthless heart.

My worthless heart to gain,

The God of all that breathe

Was found in fashion as a man,

And died a cursed death.

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 compell’d,

And own Thee conqueror.

Though late, I all forsake,

My friends, my life 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.

My one desire is this,

Thy only love to know,

To seek and taste no other bliss,

No other good below.

My Life, my Portion Thou,

Thou all-sufficient art;

My Hope, my heavenly Treasure, now

Enter, and keep my heart.

Rather than let it burn

For earth, O, quench its heat;

Then, when it would to earth return,

O, let it cease to beat.

Snatch me from ill to come;

When I from Thee would fly,

O, take my wandering spirit home,

And grant me then to die!