And can I yet delay My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield, I can hold out no more: I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror.

3 Tho' late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take, And seal me ever thine.

4 Come and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wav'ring soul With all thy weight of love.

Charles Wesley, 1746.

237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.

_The Call Answered._

Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of his voice?

Do you hear the accents falling?

Will you make the precious choice?

Ref.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning Just to hear the accents fall!

I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning To the Savior's gentle call!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing, Softly drawing us to him, Thro' the day and night pursuing, With his gentle voice to win.

3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking To the wand'ring, erring ones; List! the voice the stillness breaking!

Hear the sweet and solemn tones!

4 In his providential dealings, Even in his stern decrees, In the loudest thunders pealing, Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

W. S. Marshall.

238 I Do Believe. C.M.

_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491)

Father, I stretch my hand to thee; No other help I know: If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go?

Cho.--I do believe, I now believe That Jesus died for me; And thro' his blood, his precious blood, I shall from sin be free.

2 What did thine only Son endure.

Before I drew my breath?

What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power; And all my wants thou would'st relieve, In this accepted hour.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; Oh, let me now receive that gift-- My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die; Oh, speak, and I shall live, And here I will unwearied lie, Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face; Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace.

Charles Wesley

239 I Do Believe. C.M.

_The Friend of Sinners._ (485)

Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; As such I look to thee; Now, in the fullness of thy love, O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,-- Remember Calvary; Remember all thy dying groans, And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with G.o.d!

I yield myself to thee; While thou art sitting on thy throne, Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile, But thy salvation's free; Then, in thine all abounding grace, Dear Lord! remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._

240 Brown. C.M.

_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482)

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed; By wars without and fears within, I come to thee for rest.

4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame; That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name.

John Newton, 1779.

241 Take Me As I Am. P.M.

_No Hope in Self._

Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry; Unless thou help me, I must die; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh And take me as I am.

Ref.--Take me as I am, Take me as I am; Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, And take me as I am.

2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt, But yet for me thy blood was spilt, And thou canst make me as thou wilt, But take me as I am.

3 I thirst, I long to know thy love, Thy full salvation I would prove; But since to thee I cannot move Oh, take me as I am.

4 If thou hast work for me to do, Inspire my will, my heart renew, And work both in and by me, too, But take me as I am.