Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield, <br />My heart, by mighty grace compelled, <br />Surrenders all to thee; <br />Against thy terrors long I strove, <br />But who can stand against thy love? <br />Love conquers even me. <br /> <br />All that a wretch could do, I tried, <br />Thy patience scorned, thy pow'r defied, <br />And trampled on thy laws; <br />Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake, <br />Could stand more steadfast for thy sake, <br />Than I in Satan's cause. <br /> <br />But since thou hast thy love revealed, <br />And shown my soul a pardon sealed, <br />I can resist no more: <br />Couldst thou for such a sinner bleed? <br />Canst thou for such a rebel plead? <br />I wonder and adore! <br /> <br />If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, <br />And lightnings flash to blast my soul, <br />I still had stubborn been: <br />But mercy has my heart subdued, <br />A bleeding Saviour I have viewed, <br />And now, I hate my sin. <br /> <br />Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, <br />Come take possession of thine own, <br />For thou hast set me free <br />Released from Satan's hard commands <br />See all my powers waiting stand, <br />To be employed by thee. <br /> <br />My will conformed to thine would move, <br />On thee my hope, desire, and love, <br />In fixed attention join; <br />My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, <br />Have Satan's servants been too long, <br />But now they shall be thine. <br /> <br />And can I be the very same, <br />Who lately durst blaspheme thy name; <br />And on thy gospel tread? <br />Surely each one, who hears my case, <br />Will praise thee, and confess thy grace <br />Invincible indeed!<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rebel-s-surrender-to-grace-lord-what-wilt-thou-have-me-to-do/
