And Can I Yet Delay?

And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive? Nay, but I yield, I yield; I can hold out no more; I sink, by dying love compelled, And own Thee Conqueror. Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all, resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever Thine! Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all Thy weight of love.