Please give today to support Hymnary.org during one of only two fund drives we run each year. Each month, Hymnary serves more than 1 million users from around the globe, thanks to the generous support of people like you, and we are so grateful.
Tax-deductible donations can be made securely online using this link.
Alternatively, you may write a check to CCEL and mail it to:
Christian Classics Ethereal Library, 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546
1 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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | When shall thy love constrain |
| Author: | Charles Wesley (1707-88) |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1986 |
| Topic: | The gospel: Response |
My Starred Hymns
My FlexScores
My Hymnals
My Purchased Files