LORD, THOU HAST WON
1. Lord, Thou hast
won, at length I yield;
My heart by mighty
grace compell'd
Surrenders all to
Thee;
Against Thy terrors
long I strove,
But who can stand
against Thy love?
Love conquers even
me.
2. If Thou hadst
bid Thy thunders roll,
And light'nings
flash, to blast my soul,
I still had
stubborn been;
But mercy has my
heart subdued,
A bleeding Savior I
have viewed,
And now I hate my
sin.
3. Now, Lord, I
would be Thine alone,
Come, take
possession of Thine own,
For Thou hast set
me free;
Released from
Satan's hard command,
See all my powers
waiting stand,
To be employed by
Thee.
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