To tear my soul from earth away,
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,
I sink by dying love compelled,
3 Though late, I all forsake,
My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
4 Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wavering soul
With all thy weight of love.
5 My one desire be this,
Thy only love to know;
To seek and taste no other bliss,
No other good below.
6 My life, my portion thou,
Thou all-sufficient art;
My hope, my heavenly treasure now,