1 When shall Thy love constrain,
And force me to Thy breast?
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
2 Ah! what avails my strife,
My wand'ring to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life;
Ah! whither should I go?
3 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek Thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 And can I yet delay
My love, my life to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
My Jesus to receive?
5 Nay, but I yield, I yield!
I can hold out no more;
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own Thee conqueror.
Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #3131 When shall thy love constrain
And force me to thy breast?
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
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 to thee.
4 Nay, but I yield, I yield!
I can hold out no more,
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror.
The Song Book of the Salvation Army #3071 When shall thy love constrain,
And force me to thy breast?
When shall my soul return again
To her eternal rest?
2 Ah! what avail my strife,
My wand'ring to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life
Ah! whither should I go?
3 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall;
I groan to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #674
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