Yielding to the Lord

Not by wrestling, but by clinging
Shall we be most blest;
Wrestling only brings us sorrow;
Clinging brings us rest.

When we stay our feeble efforts,
And from struggling cease,
Unconditional surrender
Bring us God's own peace.

Lean we all our weight on Jesus,
Who alone can save;
He by might of love hath triumphed
O'er His willing slave.

Yielding, we shall know true conquest;
Dying, we shall live;
"Not my will, but Thine" prevaileth,
Victory to give.