BY secret influence from above, Me thou dost every moment prove, And labour to...

BY secret influence from above, Me thou dost every moment prove, And labour to convert; Ready to save I feel thee nigh, And still I hear thy Spirit cry, " My son, give me thy heart."

Why do I not the call obey, Cast my besetting sin away, With every useless load? Why cannot I this moment give The heart thou waitest to receive, And love my loving God?

My loving God, the hindrance show, Which nature dreads, alas! to know, And lingers to remove; Stronger than sin, thy grace exert, And seize, and change, and fill my heart With all the powers of love.

Then shall I answer thy design, No longer, Lord, my own, but thine; Till all thy will be done, Humbly I pass my trial here, And ripe in holiness appear With boldness at thy throne.