Lord, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine;
With full consent, Thine I would be,
And own Thy sovereign right in me.

Here, Lord, my flesh, my soul, my all,
I yield to Thee, beyond recall;
Accept Thine own so long withheld,
Accept what I so freely yield.

Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel’s blood.

Do Thou assist a feeble worm,
The great engagement to perform;
Thy grace can full assistance lend,
And on that grace I dare depend.