Jesus, Thou Art Standing Pleading

1 Jesus, Thou art standing pleading,
Calling me to rest;
Shall I, yielding, hearken to Thee,
And be blest?

2 Thou hast form’d me for Thy glory,
For Thine own delight;
Can I still withhold, Lord, from Thee,
This Thy right?

3 Oh, this heart is weary, restless,
Bound by many a chain,
‘Gainst which heart and will, though stubborn,
Strive in vain.

4 Lord, I yield: no more withstanding
Thine all-loving will,
Take me, Master, break me, make me,—
Cleanse, and fill.

5 Take my will: ‘tis Thine henceforth, Lord,—
Lead me by Thy way;
Let my words and actions please Thee
Day by day.

6 Oh, the joy of full surrender,
Keeping from Thee nought,
As I yield, my heart is finding
Peace long sought.


Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #459