Ah! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro? Thou hast the words of endless life; Ah! whither should I go? 2 Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love. 3 Lord! at thy feet I fall; I long to be set free; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee. 365 S. M. Yielding. 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 Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all, resign; Gracious Redeemer! take, O take, And seal me ever thine. 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. 366 S. M. God’s mercy to the penitent. Sweet is the friendly voice Which speaks of life and peace; Which bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease. 2 No balm on earth like this Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart. 3 Still merciful and kind, Thy mercy, Lord, reveal; The broken heart thy love can bind, The wounded spirit heal. 4 Thy presence shall restore Peace to my anxious breast; Lord, let my steps be drawn no more From paths which thou hast blessed. 367 7s. Father, I have sinned. Luke 15:18. Love for all! and can it be? Can I hope it is for me? I, who strayed so long ago, Strayed so far, and fell so low! 2 I, the disobedient child, Wayward, passionate and wild; I, who left my Father’s home In forbidden ways to roam! 3 I, who spurned his loving hold, I, who would not be controlled; I, who would not hear his call, I, the willful prodigal! 4 I, who wasted and misspent Every talent he had lent; I, who sinned again, again, Giving every passion rein! 5 To my Father can I go? At his feet myself I’ll throw, In his house there yet may be Place, a servant’s place, for me. 6 See, my Father waiting stands; See, he reaches out his hands; God is love! I know, I see, Love for me—yes, even me. 368 7s. Sighing for home. People of the living God! I have sought the world around, Paths of sin and sorrow trod, Peace and comfort nowhere found.