Yield yourselves unto the Lord. 2 Chronicles 30:8
Yielded to God, my body, soul and spirit,
O what rejoicing fills my peaceful breast;
All, all is well, no doubt nor fear disturbs me,
While on His promise now alone I rest.
Yielded to God, reposing ’neath His shadow,
Sunshine and gladness round my pathway fall;
Yielded to God, whose love dispels all sorrow,
He is my refuge, and my all in all.
Yielded to God, my life and its devotion,
Yielded the service of my days and years;
O what a peace pervades my every feeling,
O what sweet vision on my sight appears.
Yielded to God, and in His holy keeping,
My heart His temple evermore shall be;
Yielded to God, in willing consecration,
Blessèd Redeemer, I am lost in Thee.