And art thou come with us to dwell?

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.