236 Badea. S.M.

(506) Decision.

And can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away,

For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,

I can hold out no more:

I sink, by dying love compelled,

And own thee conqueror.

3 Tho' late, I all forsake,

My friends, my all resign;

Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,

And seal me ever thine.

4 Come and possess me whole,

Nor hence again remove;

Settle and fix my wav'ring soul

With all thy weight of love.

Charles Wesley, 1746.

The Call Answered.

Do you hear the Savior calling,

By the wooings of his voice?

Do you hear the accents falling?

Will you make the precious choice?

REF.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning

Just to hear the accents fall!

I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning

To the Savior's gentle call!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing,

Softly drawing us to him,

Thro' the day and night pursuing,

With his gentle voice to win.

3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking

To the wand'ring, erring ones;

List! the voice the stillness breaking!

Hear the sweet and solemn tones!

4 In his providential dealings,

Even in his stern decrees,

In the loudest thunders pealing,

Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

W. S. Marshall.