Yielding

My Lord, I give at any price
Whatever you require,

My Lord, I give at any price
Whatever you require,
And offer as a sacrifice
My very soul’s desire.

As Abraham his heart’s delight
Submitted to the knife,
So yield I now, without a fight,
My only hope in life.

From You I need hold nothing back,
Who gave for me Your all,
Nor need I fear for any lack,
When in Your hands I fall.

All that I have do I receive,
In gifts poured from above,
And yielding is but to believe
That I can trust Your love.

Nita Brainard