1 Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;
My heart by mighty grace compelled
Against Thy terrors long I strove,
2 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll,
And light'nings flash, to blast my soul,
But mercy has my heart subdued,
3 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone,
Come, take possession for Thine own,
Released from Satan's hard command,